Listing Heavily

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I have this skewed idea that unless I have something amazing to say or some point to make or something else incredible that it’s all a waste of time.

Which is ridiculous, given the number of times that I’ve come on here and just blathered away.

And basically, it’s what I’m about to do right now.

I’ve been thinking about “writing” all day today. I’ve been musing about “this” topic and “that” topic. Wondering about whether I should write another poem or share on a topic dear to me, or whether I pick a journal prompt and write about that.

I’ve basically been stalled and hung up on the fact that all my thoughts are stuck inside of my head. Which was sort of the point of me wanting to write MORE…….

So, here I am……last thing at night…..sitting in front of my computer…….struggling.

That seems to be the soundtrack of my life these days. Everything’s a struggle.

And I hate it.

I have this desire that people will see me. Will see my life. Will see how much I’m struggling and yet…

I want to be able to encourage. I want to be able to see the positive. I want to be able to share the light in dark situations. I want to find the positive amidst all the crap…..but it takes a whole lotta shoveling to be able to find those tiny bits of positivity.

I keep looking.

An intense situation arises and I want to sit down and cry; but I attempt to shift my focus to find a positive within the negative situation…..

And as much as that’s a good thing…..I think that what I’ve ended up doing, is not allowing myself to acknowledge the crap. It’s like I want people to validate how tough this “life” of mine is yet, I don’t think that I’m allowing myself to really absorb it all, to acknowledge or validate the fact that this is tough…..like really, really tough.

Now, I’m not talking about wallowing…..or maybe I am…..I don’t really know, yet…..But I think that there must be something to this…… to this idea that I feel overwhelmed and as soon as the emotions get overwhelming, I shut it all down.

Did you read what I wrote yesterday?

Breathe
Shut it down
Try again another day

Ya….that’s what I’m talking about……….I start to feel and then….I shut it all down.

But I know better….

Even that statement…..why am I belittling myself………I know that you can’t just shut the negative emotions down…when you shut down your emotions…you shut them all down – the good, the bad and the ugly.

And maybe that contributing to why I’m feeling a bit……blah…..these days. I’m not really excited about anything. I truly believe that just straight exhaustion plays a huge role….but how much of the whole happiness/sadness yo yo am I missing because I’m doing everything within my power to hold myself at an even keel, even thought this ship feels like she’s listing hard.

Would I feel better if I grieved hard for the the life I imagined?

A part of me is just so scared that if I allow myself to “let go” and truly feel – that my ship will capsize and sink (to continue with the ship analogy).

And that scares me more than anything…….

Unraveling

I’ve been feeling so very, very frustrated.  I love to write.  I love to use words to tell a story, to share emotion……and yet I’ve been feeling so………blocked, shattered, fragmented…….

I don’t even know what the right words are.  But, I want it to change.  I’ve been seeing an incredible counsellor who is such a blessing to me and my family.  And I’m hoping that I’m working through/on some things that are contributing to this…..to this……to this frustrating time.

But,  I’ve decided that I’m going to write…..I’m going to write something each day (that I can) {you like that little “out” I just gave myself?}  and hopefully, maybe this will help me to start unraveling some of this mess inside of myself.  So here goes….

My thoughts are jammed up, crammed up

Within the confines of my mind

Desperate to be sorted

Knotted like a ball of twine

The harder I pull

The tighter it gets 

Choking off breath

In its fierce grasp

Panic sits there

Mocking, taunting, hurling insults

That I can barely process and yet…

Each one lands with a jab

Piercing through the armour of exhaustion

More pain, more wounds, more healing needed

Drawing from an already depleted account

Breathe!

Shut it down!

Try again another day.