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“Heavy” Linkin Park just some of the words:

I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
‘Cause I can’t escape the gravity

I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on
Why is everything so heavy?

And so it goes.  I’m working on changing my stinkin thinkin.  I am my biggest enemy.  I don’t like where I am but there must be comfort in the pain and hurtful place that I find myself.  At least I am familiar with it.

The unknown frightens me.  Ironically, what I refer to control actually looks like chaos on the outside. I wanna let go.  Why is everything so heavy?

Dragging around what’s brining me down…

Today I take baby steps. My island is eroding and I am learning how to swim.  Today, I tread water; slowly venturing out. Testing the waters but not too far out that I can’t make it back to the island.

The island that is slowly eroding, dying…

There is shelter on the other side.  Off into the distance. Beckoning, waiting, faintly and gently in the distance.

How deep is the water?

TODAY

Today I am a year older. I’m still here; shattered and broken. The difference this year? For the first time, I think that I’m going to be OK.

The past few days, I’ve been handwinding a skein of yarn. The skein comes fairly straightforward; if you start with the right end, the process is pretty smooth. However, grab the wrong end and the yarn can become one big tangled mess. The more you try, sometimes the knots and kinks get tighter. If you’re not careful and patient, you can get a knot that you cannot loosen. Sometimes the way forward is nowhere to be seen.

Yet I still try. What was once nice smooth yarn is slightly fuzzy now from the friction of trying to wind the ball. Finally in the end, I have wound the skein into a ball of yarn which I can now use to create something new and beautiful. I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment in this fact.

Of course, there was an easier way to accomplish the end goal but that was not my path. This is my journey.. .

DP Challenge: Label

The thing I call myself.. Tired. Just tired. Tired of being irritated. Tired of being angry. Tired of feeling guilty. Tired of trying. I just want everything to stop. I want a break.

Please stop. 

Addendum: you always hurt the ones you love. 

I don’t know what to do now. I just lashed out at my mom in anger because I was hurting and irritated and just so tired.. Now she’s quiet and I know that means that I hurt her and I can’t apologize. I am frozen and just feel cold. And very, very tired. 
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Same old story

It’s been a couple of months now and things are not much better; maybe even worse.  Emotionally I’m a wreck. A study in contradictions. Caught in the rushing rapids my body is exhausted as the current carries me downstream.  A part of me doesn’t want to fight anymore yet as I near the edge of the falls, I scramble trying to find something to grasp onto to keep from slipping over the edge.

Clinging to that part of my brain that is logical and not emotional.  The intelligent part that says I deserve better. Suicide is easy, cowardly and selfish. Scrapping bottom but not touching it. My faith is broken. I think maybe that hurts the worse. Self-inflicted pain…who can screw you up better than yourself?

I don’t sleep so much as pass out from exhaustion.

No one gets it…

I don’t even understand myself .  My nerves are shot. I can’t think straight my mind just shuts down. Life crashing around me I sit and I knit. It’s the only thing my mind can accept, stay focused on. I have to knit or mind will completely shut down . Maybe knitting helps because I am actually creating something, accomplishing some task, any task 

Who’s that girl?

” I’m not the same girl anymore.. ”
“I am changing, rearranging…”
“…Somebody that I used to know ”

I hate taking pictures. And that was before the devastation of my body, soul and mind.
Now because of the illness and physical limitations lots of pictures are being taken (June is busting out all over!…)

Let the people say “Amen”!

I can’t believe I’ve paid for this for nearly two years and barely wrote anything. Timing is everything I suppose.  I finally have a therapist that I believe will actually help me resolve some issues instead of just talking about them. GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! I’m expressing my feelings! HA HA HA. This should be good.

I discovered one of the reasons this is so hard for me is because I have that good old perfectionist, control mentality. End result is I publish nothing. So now to hell with it. It is what it is.

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This would be the appropriate time to turn tail and run.

RUN FORREST RUN!
Have you heard Lady Gaga’s new song, “until it happens to you?”  So many people I just want to hand copies of that song to.
Ok…enough here. There’ll still be Zen Knitting, it’s my baseline therapy but there’s so much more…My life, my truth, my creation.