Thursday, 14 November 2013

Emotion

For so long I've felt numb. I've felt empty. I've felt sad, helpless and lost. But I guess I should thank you because now I feel angry, for the first time in a long time.

The anger is energising, it's revitalising, it's a white-hot edge that makes me want to stand up and be heard instead of deferring.

I'm not angry for today. I'm angry for every breach of privacy and trust. Instead of feeling hurt and helpless, I feel hurt and furious. I don't want to sit back and give the benefit of the doubt because there is no excuse now.

This feeling won't last but I should use it for as long as it's healthy to do so. I'm dying inside but instead of doing so with a whimper I want to stand up for myself.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

I've been lying here trying to sleep, but I can't.
The tears just keep coming.

My heart hurts. I feel so lost, so alone, so forsaken. Tricked into losing everything I thought I might have had.

My heart hurts. My eyes hurt. I want desperately to make a call, but I know I can't.

Just gotta be patient, just gotta make the best of it.
Surely once, just fucking once, I deserve to have something beautiful and keep it?

What have I done... and who am I?

I desperately need someone to talk to. Just to talk to. Just to be in the presence of.
But I can't. It's just me and I have to just make the best of it.

Talk about depressing.

Friday, 8 November 2013

Really need someone to talk to about everything. Need someone to tell me if I'm crazy or if I'm making sense.

I've nobody I can call and bother about this.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Acceptance of what is

There is just me, and all around me is just black and silent.

What scares me is that I'm accepting of this. The darkness is a comfort of sorts.

I know that there's nobody coming for me. I have to be there for myself, I have to help myself, because not only will nobody else do so, but nobody else knows I exist.

What other explanation for calls never returned, plans never followed up on? A hug and a friendly smile that disappears, and leaves me to myself despite all its promises?

Maybe I should be alone. I trust me. I know I will be ok if it's just me, because I'm always ok in the end. I always get by, in the end.

The darkness is an oasis and although I'm sad there sometimes, I know that I will always be ok because there is nobody to rely on who will come through for me like I will.

I am lonely, and I want to be proved wrong. I want to be able to do more than trust someone. I want to be able to rely on them. And I can't, so I am alone. And that is sad.

But I can learn to draw strength from isolation, and I can grow strong again. And from that strength, one day perhaps, I can earn back what I have lost - a rock in a storm as well a mountain in the sun.

The reason I cannot be upset about being alone is because I am not anybody else's problem. I'm not your problem, reader. I value you, and I miss you more than you could ever know. But I'm not your problem and that is only right and as it should be.

This is what is, and until I learn to be comfortable with it, with myself, I will never progress past what I am now. I'm a little bit messed up and nobody can fix it but me. So I'd best get to it, and the rest will follow, perhaps. And if not, I will still be stronger for it.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Boyfriend material

A phrase has cropped up a few times over the last week or so.

"boyfriend material".

I'm not sure what boyfriend material looks like, so I attached photos of a possible specimen, as modelled by the lovely Rebecca.

I feel as though I'm coming under fire from someone close to me for refusing to budge on the relationship issue. In short, I'm seeing someone but I don't want to make it official. Why not? There are reasons. I find writing it out helps me make it clear in my own head, which makes it easier to verbalise. If the person in question reads it directly then that is also one less jump to be mishandled by me or misunderstood at the other end.

So.

First and foremost, the biggest reason I don't want to be in a relationship right now - with anyone - is that quite frankly I have enough on my plate with just me right now. I cannot in good conscience inflict this emotional mess on anyone. Jesus himself could propose to me and I'd turn him down flat. Fact.
Right now, I can think of no faster way to end a relationship with me than to be in one.

So the first reason I don't want to be in a relationship right now is internal. It is not a comment on anyone's suitability other than my own. Let me make this point painfully clear. It is me who is in the wrong place.

Why else? There are pressures and responsibilities in relationships that simply aren't there otherwise. Dealing with extended family is a big one for me. I miss my last lot of in-laws, I'm not ready for a fresh batch. There's also having to factor another person into all your decisions. I've been doing a LOT of looking out for other people lately, and I just want to think about me for a while. Not keen.

Then there comes that phrase again - "boyfriend material". What does that even mean? Is there some kind of standardised test? Is boyfriend material a pure wool, or more of a cotton blend?
I think the crux of the issue here is that not being boyfriend material places the emphasis on the other person - wrongly.
Are there faults there I don't want to be in a relationship with? Absolutely.
But that's not to say that I would be so affected were I in a better place. This boyfriend material thing places emphasis on an innate quality within a dude. A quality I don't think is there.

I left a relationship not so long ago. This relationship was with the greatest boyfriend I have ever had. He is smart, funny, kind, caring, probably the definition of boyfriend material.
We couldn't make it work. Maybe we could have, if we hadn't broken up when we did. But we couldn't and we did. So who had the problem?
Probably me, right?

So I'm not going to inflict myself as a girlfriend on anyone.

Here's the thing though. I'm in love. I am very much in love. Never doubt my capacity for such emotional gooiness.

A warning

Because the truth is, it gets exhausting trying to always believe in the goodness of others. And sometimes I get worn out and too tired and I need to make things about me for a minute or I’ll go crazy.

That's something I read on another blog I follow, and I totally relate to it.

It feels petty sometimes, making things about you. Sometimes it's simple, sometimes it's disruptive and difficult.

I believe in the innate goodness of people because it helps me sleep at night believing that everyone has a good side. The sad reality of the situation is that it's nearly impossible to know if everyone is good, because sadly there are those people who choose not to act on it.

I shelve my needs for certain people because I believe that when I need it, they will do the same for me. Sometimes they come through for me. Other times they don't. It's a life lesson, but I would rather put myself on the line and be let down, knowing that at the end of the day I can and will take care of myself, than shut myself away from other people.

Trust is a beautiful thing, and I choose freely to trust in others.

I do not blindly swallow the lies, untruths and misconstrued events fed to me by some. There are more people than would like to think of themselves this way, but there you go.
I do not comment 99% of the time. I just sit and watch and listen, and I make up my own mind. I let them dig their grave.
It is worth bearing in mind that I watch and listen and think, so just because I haven't told *you* what's going on in my head doesn't mean there's nothing going on in my head.

Remember that.

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Camp

I had a good weekend away with the scouts this long weekend just gone. Had a good time, even bringing Andrew to hospital on Sunday was fun.
I was worrying about how things would go with Troy, but they were really good. We got along well and had fun, you can't ask for much more than that. We also had a long heart-to-heart Sunday night, which I think cleared the air and improved things even further.

The worst things about the weekend were before camp began and after it finished.
Before I left on Friday, I was faced with a barrage of criticism and negativity. It came close - perhaps very close - to an ultimatum being issued to me. I'm still not sure what my choices would have been. To totally give up on my friendship with Troy? That would, at this juncture in time, mean me leaving my troop. That's not going to happen. Or what? Lose another friendship, a different relationship that I care very deeply about.

I have a rule about ultimatums. Never choose the person who asked you to make that choice. To demand that I take some action, whatever it may be, or be punished by the withdrawal of friendship shows a lack of respect for my free agency and is a power play. If that approach works for someone once, does that make them more likely to make another ultimatum in the future? And another and another?
I will not be bullied into making decisions with serious repercussions for people around me. And it would be bullying.

That started my weekend on a bad note, but my eagerness to get away and the kids good humour soon took over my earlier pain.
I returned on Sunday to major dramas at my parents house. I was yelled and sworn at for something I didn't do. I had to call Troy so he could come smooth things over. Shane came over too and gave me a massive hug, and we sorted out the last of our finances. Again, all was well despite setbacks.

Then I got back to Louise st to find conversation stilted and intentions misread and mishandled. All I wanted was to cuddle and talk, but that wasn't to be. I went to bed confused, frustrated and deeply upset. I woke early this morning to find the situation much the same.

I know that part of the blame - perhaps most of it - lies with me for perhaps being unclear last night with how strong my desire to stay in was. I am tired and sore after the weekend, and that translates to being over emotional. So it also happens that I've been perhaps taking things more personally than intended, or not realising that really, it's of no consequence. I've also been of my meds for over a week now, and I'm starting to seriously feel the withdrawal symptoms.

Tonight I need to try and express my grievances as well as express what I feel is the way I have contributed to the problem. Hopefully, with time, sleep, all will be well once more. I'm filled with optimism and I can't wait to just sit down, talk for hours and rest.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

How I feel

Today, my doctor upped my dose of antidepressants by half.

It is exhausting to try and pour out your soul to somebody who is virtually a stranger. My doctor, Allison Stubbs, is wonderful and very kind. I trust her judgement and feel open with her,  but it is still a very difficult process to create treatment plans and discuss options.

I feel the distance between me and other people, the gaping void that separates me from them. But I am not sad, or afraid. Instead, I enjoy the quiet that comes with the peaceful notion that I am an island. That right now, nothing can touch me if I choose not to let it.

Can't wait to have a drink and get a little bent tonight. I know I will be quiet and still, and I know that chatter and annoyances will irritate me greatly. My best bet is to put on a movie and tune out the world.

I may be quiet, introspective, and still but I am perfectly happy in my own world for now, and I'm not looking forward to being pulled out of it by having to entertain other people. I'm not unhappy, I'm not sad or distressed in any way. Quite conversely, I am feeling totally at peace and like nothing can shake it.

Peace in all things.

Monday, 20 May 2013

Strawberries

Watching my strawberry patch at Anna's yield its first berry while helping Mikey make a train track outside.
Little Becca is napping for another hour or so, then I'll probably take them to a park now that its sunnier and the sky is clear.
Going to make an apple and raspberry cake with Mikey tomorrow - assuming, of course, mummy approves :)

Saturday, 18 May 2013

The last few days have been fairly rough. Someone close to me has been going through a tough time, and I was the first line of defence.
I have been struggling to keep my head above water, and this has been compounded by the fact that I've been looking out for someone else, too. I am at the point now where I cannot keep doing it without a little respite. I offered to take Shane out for a meal as his birthday present, and he's decided to take me up on it over this weekend. Jacob is also free this weekend, and I'd really like to see him. I really need to get out of here and see other people for a little while - get a dose of the real word - but I feel very guilty about doing so. It feels like a betrayal, but it shouldn't do.

I know that the love that I give so freely will be returned to me, but I need a sign now. A sign that the time and the energy I'm investing in another person - someone who needs it - is not unacknowledged. That I am more than someone who has invested time and energy. I am someone who needs time and energy invested in her, too.
It makes me feel needy to even think it, but it's true.
Everyone needs to be held sometimes.

I'm not sure that I can continue being the person doing the holding if it feels that nobody notices how much I need to be held myself.

The worst part is that I know I am loved. I know that the person I have spent so much time with, and tried to be there for as much as possible, loves me. But I need help. Maybe the difference between us is that I am more prone to suffering silently rather than rock the boat. If someone else needs help I will do everything I can, and shelve my own needs. It can be a positive thing sometimes - it brings you out of yourself and can give a sense of perspective. But it doesn't help when it's happening all the time.

I want to rely on the people around me.
But I am not sure of the extent to which I can do so.

Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Musings on the Nature of Minorities

I'm a member - albeit arguably - of four minorities. Firstly, my identity as the "B" in LGBT community places me firmly and inarguably in the category of sexual minorities. I'm subject to and affected by all the anti-LGBT diatribe we all know and love from the community at large. Worse, being bisexual I cop flak from my own "side" (though I don't think there are any sides really, which I'm sure I'll talk about another time). So in addition to belonging to a sexual minority, I also can belong to a minority within that minority. Minorityception.
There is tremendous support for bisexuals in much of the GLBT scene which I don't want to discount, but that undercurrent of resentment from monosexuals both straight and gay seems to resonate toward bisexuals in particular. We - bisexual women particularly - are fetishised by straight males and made into sex objects. We are called easy, greedy, unreliable, confused. Lesbians are often hesitant to be in a relationship with a bisexual woman, sometimes believing that she will take the easy way out and settle down with a man eventually. That in a straight relationship you cannot and do not feel the weight of institutionalised homophobia or are somehow immune to all the negative aspects of being anything other than straight because you're so busy lapping up so-called "straight privilege".
These are generalisations and misconceptions, and they hurt. I struggle, and have struggled, with my own self-worth and I believe this anti-bisexual sentiment to be a key factor.

Secondly, I'm a sexual abuse survivor - sadly, on a number of occasions. I have difficulty ascertaining the true extent of the damage this has done to me because, in truth, it feels as though it has touched all aspects of my life. But the most trying thing day-to-day, I have noticed, are rape "jokes" and other things that make light of abuse. I also keenly feel it when names used to shame women about their bodies are used out of context. Calling women you don't know sluts, whores or dogs because you don't like how they look, or they cut you off on the road makes me feel uncomfortable and angry. These words are used to keep women down because they imply a judgement about a woman's moral worth based on her having free agency over her body. It is NOT the same as calling a man a bastard or a dickhead. These things do not imply moral corruption in the way that calling a woman a whore does. Calling a woman a whore doesn't just communicate that you disapprove of their actions, or don't like them very much. Instead, it communicates that they are morally corrupt for taking ownership of their bodies. To hear it used flippantly, in no relation to a woman's character beyond a glance from behind a car windshield, disgusts me.

Thirdly, and more arguably, I belong to the minority that is my gender. Sure, we make up half the world's population, so in that sense not a minority at all, but in terms of the power wielded we are sadly lacking. The social conditioning we are exposed to every day tells women awful things about themselves every day. It tells us that we need to make ourselves attractive in order to find a man, and if we lack sexual command or lack the desire to conform to the bar set by the media, we are worthless. They don't even have the decency to do this covertly, but explicitly. This is something I feel keenly. We are still left behind in so many ways. Feminism is not a dirty word, but it seems to be something that is downplayed by many.

Lastly, I have a mental illness. It seems kinda heavy when you put it like that, but that's what it is. I've struggled with depression for so many years, but it's been particularly bad this last eight months or so. Why? Why am I depressed? My parents are married, I'm nearly through with my degree, I was in a loving relationship and surrounded by friends - what could go wrong? I can only assume it's a combination of all of the above. For sure, it's a heavy load. I plan to update this with statistics later, but for now, goodnight.

Saturday, 4 May 2013

Strength

What is courage? I have a theory. I don't think courage is about not being afraid. I think courage is being batshit terrified, but doing what you need to do anyway.

I'm batshit terrified right now. I'm sitting in the car watching the clock tick closer to 6pm, when I go to pick up Shane so we can go to dinner.
This terrifies me for a number of reasons.

First and foremost, I'm going out to dinner with Shane for the first time since we broke up. Last time I saw him, I made a gaffe, and Shane was annoyed. I'm not sure how he feels now, but I definitely hope there's no animosity. Its not the first or second time one of us has said something offensive or out of line, but we've always managed to move past it. Is this time different? I hope not.

Then there's the matter of me feeling like there are people I'm losing for a number of reasons. Going to see Shane will aggravate the situation, to what extent I do not know.
But I want to see him, and that is a good enough reason for me. I have spent too long pussy-footing around the needs of others to the detriment of my own. I cannot let the insecurities of others control my actions, yet I must also attempt to be sensitive to those triggers and not act unfairly.

I'm scared of making a mistake and losing a person - maybe even
multiple people - that I care about very, very much. But I have to follow my heart til it bleeds, and tonight it means dinner out.

Hopefully my path will grow clearer as the hours and days go on, so that no matter who is where at the end, everyone is happy and where they ought to be. This is my prayer and my aim.

Please, wish me luck and send me positivity, I am in dire need.

Thursday, 2 May 2013

Don't leave me here.

They're pickin' up pieces of me, 
While they're pickin' up pieces of you.
In a bag you will be, before the day is over.
Were you looking for somewhere to be.
Or looking for someone to do.
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you.
And on the back of my hand, 
Were, directions I could understand.
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker, 
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
Our best-made plans.

Don't leave me here, to cast through time, 
Without a map, or road sign. 
Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine. 

They're pickin' up pieces of me, 
While they're pickin' up pieces of you.
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
It's a case in point baby, 
That you never thought it through.
Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you.
And on the tip of my tongue, 
Were, words that always came out all wrong.
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort, 
Left to dry-out in the Sun, 
The noon-day Sun.

Don't leave me here, to cast through time, 
Without a map, or road sign. 
Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine, 
But it seems that they've lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.

Don't leave me here, to cast through time, 
Without a map, or road sign. 
Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin.

I asked the Kings of Medicine, 
But it seems that they have lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.

Don't leave me here, 
Don't leave me here,
I wouldn't know where to begin.

Thursday, 18 April 2013

The End.

Well, it's been a while.

Much has changed. Much has stayed the same.

I am no longer in a relationship.
I am still in love.

I am no longer living on Melvista Ave, in Nedlands.
I am still depressed.

I still feel alone.
I still feel like I have nobody.

Much has changed, and yet so much has stayed the same.

I have broken up with Shane, and we have gone our separate ways. But things have been getting harder with every progressive day. It takes me longer to get out of bed every morning, it becomes easier to fall into it each night.
I don't feel hungry any more. I eat out of habit alone. I feel as if my meds are doing less and less each day, but if I stop taking them I feel angry and sick.

I miss my Shane. I miss how he used to understand me and hold me close and make me feel so safe.

I've called him several times in the last few days and have tried to see him. He's been so busy, with prac and organising a new place. He isn't free to see me until the weekend. I fear that is too far away.

I don't know if I can make it that long without a miracle.
I have tried to be my own miracle for so long but I have no more strength now.

I have written notes to the people I love apologising and trying to explain. Explain my reasons for ending my life.

I cannot even cry any more.

This feels like the end.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Love

Emotions are tricky beasts.

Love is the trickiest of them all.

I love you. I love your roguish smile which you can only do when you aren't thinking about it. I love your freckles. I love your strong arms and the way that when you hug me from behind it feels like you envelope all of me because I fit just below your shoulder. I love the way you kiss my forehead when you know I need tenderness. I love the way you call me Ashe. I love your crows feet. I love your thick, curly hair.

And I can't stand the way that sometimes I feel the most alone with you next to me. The way that I feel more like your mother than your girlfriend. Your forgetfulness and unreliability have always annoyed me but I have accepted them as part and parcel of who you are, and who you will always be.

I love your conviction. I love the way that you feel with such certainty that you know what is right and what is so very wrong with our world. I love that it gives you a sense of purpose because I know it is a big part of your identity.

I hate your conviction. I hate the way that you feel with such certainty that there can be no other way than the one you have accepted as fact. I hate that your mind is closed to other ways. I hate that you cannot see the merit in other arguments because they are not condoned by yours.

I love that you think differently to me. I love that you make me question myself, my beliefs, my thoughts.
It bothers me that you never seem to question yours.

I feel that something is missing inside of me. I do not know if the thing that is missing in me is also missing in you. What I do know is that I need to find it before it's too late.

We are so different, and yet in some ways we are the same.
Too different? I can't answer that question because I don't have that knowledge. I wish I did.

I wish you every happiness and every joy. I want to be a part of that happiness but I wonder if that is possible, or whether the happiness I am destined for is a different happiness.

I want to be with you because I love you. The love I have for you is as deep and as vast and as immovable as as an ocean, and yet I feel that maybe that isn't enough. Being with you, loving you like this, hurts. And it hurts all the more because you are just trying to do your best. I wish you'd hit me, I wish you'd swear, I wish you'd do anything but your best because it breaks my heart to watch you try and to feel this emptiness.

Monday, 25 February 2013

We are a safe place.

This is a safe place. This is mine, this is yours, this is ours.

Nothing can hurt you here. You can be yourself. You can be weak, you can be strong. You can cry, you can laugh. If you cannot reach the stars we will lift you. If you cannot stand, then we'll sit with you. Here you can be yourself, reveal your true face and be loved for it. You don't have to pretend here. We don't care if you are tall or you are short, we don't care if you are smart or you are dumb, we don't care if you can read or not, we don't care how much money you have.

This place is yours and this place is mine.

If you do not know then we will teach you. If you do not have the means then we will give them to you.
Our strength is in our unity, and I will not have that threatened by the actions of one.

Step up, my girl, or step out. I like you but I will not continue to tolerate your actions toward others.
You are making others cry, you are making them hurt, you are intimidating them and I will not allow that.
And so we have struck a verbal agreement, which will soon become a written one, for as you have discovered words have power.
If, on any activity or night it is brought to my attention that you have brought physical or emotional pain to another through any action or word then I will immediately call your parents and you will be sent home.
If it so transpires that you still do not appreciate the seriousness of the situation and you again hurt another through word or action I will again call your parents to collect you. But this time there will be a difference, because I will tell them that you are no longer welcome in our troop.
You could be a driving force here. You could teach the younger ones, you could have them look up to you, you could be a role model. Instead you choose to be lazy, to be a bad example, and to hurt others for no reason. It cannot continue and so I have laid out my conditions and you have agreed. I only hope you meant it.

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Another bad day.

I'm annoyed and I don't know why. Well I do. I know why I'm annoyed. The comment that got under my skin. But I know in my head that it wasn't meant to, that it's trivial, and not worth a second thought. I know that in my head.

But what was one comment slid into another, and what was annoyance has become something else, has nosedived into something resembling anger but different. A poisonous, bitter rage that tries to make me push people away with snarky comments and insults. The kind of feeling that makes a child that has been hit at home lash out at another child at school. I want to lash out and I'm fighting myself now.

And all I can feel other than this desire to hurt someone is pain. Oh the pain! Because I don't want to hurt anybody else, I want to hurt me. My problems are my own and nobody else should be hurt by them.

For so long I've stopped myself from hurting myself, but now, right now, all I want to do is cut myself open and watch the blood flow. I can feel it, and I can feel myself watching myself feel this, with a sort of horrified fascination. I want to stick my head under a pillow and scream, but I don't want it to be a pillow. I want it to be the ocean and I want to drown. I want it to be a train track and a freight train on its way. I want it to be the vacuum of space where I am nothing and I cannot feel.

I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANY MORE. I want to bleed and I think I want to stop being here altogether. But maybe I don't.

I don't want to be alone and maybe the way I've been trying to say it has been too subtle, too easily dismissed as unimportant. I love my own company! I'm not worried about being in my own company. I'm sick of being ALONE. That doesn't mean I'm the only one here, it means that I might as well be. This is not going to be fixed by me phoning a friend and having them come round for drinks! That is not the solution because it doesn't matter how many people are here, I am alone.
There are only three people I can think of that I want by my side right now. Only three people with whom I don't feel like I'm shouting through a wall to get some muffled words through. One I've just severed ties with, for the last time I think. THAT HURTS and now I can't even call and say that I need him because I have no right to do so after telling him to get out of my life. Another is on the other side of the planet and that's not conducive to anything at all. The other is going to an SA meeting and won't be home for hours.

And I don't even know if I want them, not really, because while I want to sob into someone's chest and I want to be held I still want to hurt and I still want to do those things and I know they won't let me.

I think I need someone tonight and there is nobody here.

Friday, 15 February 2013

I keep forgetting how incredible music is.

And I keep forgetting why I don't listen to classical stuff more.

CASE IN POINT...




Also the decode/ET mashup was pretty good...




And always good for a laugh, Bieber and Slipknot!




aaaaaaaaaaaand I'm done!
For now..

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

What Can You Say When You Have No Words?

Normally I try and use the sense of being alone like a shield, protecting me.

But today I feel that sense of aloneness turning on me. I am one person in an infinite abyss. I am a speck of dust in the cosmos. I am something, but I am surrounded by nothing.

I feel that there are no words to describe it. I've been dreaming again; the vivid imagery is good at making me realise that something is wrong and put words to it.

I had a daydream earlier. I was walking to the park down the road to talk to someone on the phone. When I got there, there was a man with a gun. I approached him, my friend listening over the phone. I told him not to do it, not to shoot himself. I told him I understood. He looked at me then, tears streaking his face, and I saw that he saw that I was telling the truth. I took a step closer and looked him dead in the eye.
"I understand," I said softly. "I'm there too. It gets better I promise". As I said it though, I knew it was a lie. He asked if it really did get better. I told him that every day was a struggle, that sometimes it feels like you're gasping for air and breathing water. He nodded, and I was struck by how handsome he was. This was someone who should have had everything going for him.
"I know how it feels. I know it feels like your heart is being torn from your chest. I know the pain, the physical pain, even though it never leaves a mark. I know that feeling. Do you ever want to hurt yourself, just so that you can see a mark to go with the pain you feel?"
I could see in his eyes that something that I'd said had resonated with him. He knew that I knew how he felt. He knew that I'd somehow, inexplicably, gotten past it. I saw the beginnings of hope glimmer in his eyes along with the tears.
I told him it wasn't easy, that the ache did lessen but that sometimes it came back and you had to be stronger. I told him that it wasn't easy but it was worth it. I told him to sit and talk to me for a while.
"If you still want to commit suicide tomorrow, then do it. But not here, now, on a whim. Do it after thinking and reflecting for a full day. If it's really what you want, then I will not stand in your way."
He said that he'd been kicked out of home for being gay. Bitterly, I thought to myself that I'd rather have been kicked out than to have been laughed at and dismissed. I told him to stay at my house for the night.
He looked at me and he said simply "be stronger" and he put the gun in his mouth and he pulled the trigger.


I feel that ache in my chest. I feel like something has its grip on my heart and is tearing it out through my chest. It hurts and it is constant.
And I feel so alone. I feel that I have nobody even though I know in my head that this is not true.
The nightmares are coming back, and as I'm sleepier during the day they are coming to me as daydreams now as well. I want them to stop but for this to happen I need someone that I trust and who makes me feel safe to hold me and to be next to me and to banish the darkness.
The darkness is creeping up and surrounding me again and I'm not sure how long I can keep it away for. It whispers to me all the negative thoughts that I know not to be true.
I'm not against suicide but I don't think my time is come yet. I will keep fighting the darkness but I do wonder if eventually it will win. It will never disappear completely, it will always be there at the edge of my vision.

He shot himself right in front of me, and I felt a part of me die too. And I was ok with that.


I need a light to banish the darkness. I don't know how to find that light. Is it a person? Is it a matter of me saying "enough"?

Tears



This video made me cry.
This girl makes me ashamed that I am not standing up and doing more. I'm one of those adults she is referring to. I sit here in my home and I am comfortable. I could do more. I should do more.

I remember a conversation I had with Shane about fostering children. His argument was that we should not foster children because it wasn't our burden to bear - it's society's burden.

Well, this video reminds me of my response to that statement.

Society is not some abstract thing, far-off and discrete from us. WE ARE SOCIETY.

If all of us do something small, something huge happens. If I foster one child, I will not change the world. But I will change the world of that child. That is worth something! That's worth everything as far as that child is concerned. Do not tell me that because I cannot fix the system, because I cannot correct the cause, that I should not contribute!
If everybody did what they could then a lot of problems would be fixed. We can't do it on our own.

But do not tell me that I do not have an obligation to do something. Because I do. We all do. There's no point trying to pin blame on this shapeless, intangible thing called "society". We are the people that make up society. We are society - society is us. We can make a change. It is up to us to stand up and make our voices heard, to demand change and to at the same time do what we can to make that change happen.

I have no intention, unlike some, of standing on my soapbox and preaching about what should be done while expecting someone else to do it. I fully expect to foster children. I donate money to charity. I volunteer at a scout troop. I'd be prepared to adopt a child. Little angers me more than people who will look me in the eye and whinge about some flaw in the system and tell me what should be done, but to take no steps whatsoever to see that goal realised.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Open relationship

I'm now in an open relationship with my boyfriend, who I've been with for two years. We decided to make some rules and I figured I should put them somewhere that I can find them again.

So, here goes...

1.    I do not automatically need to know anytime anything goes down between you and somebody else. Similarly, I do not automatically need to disclose to you if something goes down between me and somebody else. We don't own each other and don't need to ask for permission or validation from each other.

2.    If we do ask for details of what the other has done, be honest. Full disclosure if it is asked for. This information is not a right, it is a sign of trust. I will likely only ask you for details if something is troubling me.

3.    If something is bothering either of us, we talk about it. We suspend any plans we may have had with anybody else until such time as we are both comfortable with the situation.

4.    The fact that we do not automatically need to disclose who we're with and what we're doing with them does not mean that we have to sneak around. It's not about keeping things a secret from each other or having to cover our tracks. It's about respecting our own right to privacy as well as not putting each other in a position where we may feel uncomfortable. So don't sneak around - say you're going out with a girl if you're going out with a girl. But know that that is all I need to know, and I'm ok with that.

5.    Realise that I will continue to hang out with and see the same people I always have. I'm not suddenly shagging everything that moves in the same way that you're doing the same things you always have, and you're not shagging everything that moves. Try not to look at routine social gatherings and interactions with suspicion. If something concerns you, ask. Don't let things eat away at you even if you feel the like a bit of a douche for asking. I forgive you.

6.    I realise that most romantic relationships end. And that's ok. I realise that in taking on an open relationship I am also taking on many of my own insecurities. As tempting as it is to keep you all for myself so that you don't meet someone else you like better, I know that could happen anytime. Or we could grow apart. The fact that I don't want it to happen doesn't make it less likely. And so I say to you now, if you do meet someone else and you fall in love with them, that's ok. If you meet someone else and you genuinely want to try and make a life with them, that's ok. It will hurt and I will hurt but I will not stand in the way of your happiness because I love you. You aren't mine to own. And so I ask of you that should I fall in love with somebody else, should I find somebody else, that you will attempt to take this development with good grace and to concede that you do not own me either. I will not stand in the way of your happiness and I ask that you do not stand in the way of mine. I know that you have the emotional maturity to do this and I think I do too.

7.    If you are going out with someone and you expect that you will be out late, please let me know in advance if you can. This does not just apply to romantic prospects, it's just courteous. You do not want to be sitting at home wondering where I am and when I'll be home and pissed off because I took the car and you would have gone out if you'd known I wasn't home. By letting the other know, we can make an informed decision as to what we're going to do that evening.

8.    If you or I are going out with a romantic prospect and we think there is a possibility of staying out late or overnight, we will let the other know at least a few days beforehand. This is just courteous and means that if I am going out overnight you can arrange to meet someone that night as well or see friends instead of sitting at home and fuming because you'd wanted to watch movies together or something.

9.    Where possible, stay at the other person's house.

10.    In addition to #8, if it so eventuates that we are bringing someone back to our house, text and let the other know. You do not want to wake up one morning and walk out into the kitchen to find some buff gym nut flipping eggs in our kitchen. Similarly, I do not want to wander out in the morning to find you cooking breakfast for Stacy the cheerleader. It's ok for people to come back to the house, but more notice is better. If I wake up to find a text saying that you've brought someone home I can then choose to stay in the house, leave, whatever. It's up to me and I can make an informed choice. That's infinitely better than the alternative.
Also it'd be incredibly awkward for you to bring someone home and for me to do the same thing an hour or two later only to discover that you've taken the garage. So text me.

11.   Nobody has sex on our bed except for us. Ever.

12.    We've discussed whether or not we should tell each other if we end up sleeping with each others' friends. I maintain that I don't mind, and I don't feel that you owe me a sit-down talk about your relationship with my friends. We're all adults here. Similarly I will not automatically fill you in if I happen to sleep with one of your friends. If this is not agreeable, I think the best plan is to stay away from mutual friends where possible.

13.    Condoms. Always. I don't want to find out that I've caught something from Stacy the cheerleader, via you. You want to know that you're the father of the child should I fall pregnant. I know they suck. Sorry. I'm not happy about it either.

14.    If there comes a time where you are unsure how to proceed because you don't know if your actions will constitute a breach of the rules, remember that I trust you to do the right thing by me. I'm sure that if it comes to a choice and you're not sure what to do that you will proceed with integrity and without intent to harm anybody. Likewise I will always do my best to do the right thing by you, and know that if I make a mistake and get it wrong, it was a mistake and not my intent. We are only human. I trust you.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Choice

We are the masters of our own destiny. That is to say, we are who we decide to be. We act the way we decide to act. The world is a crazy, crazy place and the only true control we have is the control we exercise over ourselves.

There are shitty situations, which may or may not be our fault. What is our fault, what does reflect upon us, is THE WAY WE HANDLE IT.
You may find yourself in a crappy, crappy relationship. Are you responsible for the other person's behaviour? No. They are (presumably) an adult and therefore a free agent - they act as they choose to. You can attempt to influence them, but you do not control them. But here's the thing; before this lack of control of the other person dismays you, realise this. They do not control you either. People will try to exert influence, and the people closest to us are often the best at it.
Power comes with realising the truth - that the control we so often feel is exerted over us is a lie.

People can push you. They can scare you. They can try and coerce you physically and emotionally.
But here's the thing.
You CHOOSE to engage with that behaviour.
You choose not to ignore it.
You choose to not say "enough".
You choose to not say "I deserve better."

Is it really that he is controlling? Or is it that YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE CONTROLLED?

You are a free agent. You call your own shots. You can't control the way someone speaks to you but by God you can tell them to can it. You can tell them to leave. You can tell them that it is not good enough because YOU ARE WORTH MORE. It isn't up to anybody else to say these things. It isn't up to them to know automatically! Other people will fit themselves to the boundaries YOU set. You'd like to hope that people will act with common decency, but some people are bums! That's their lookout. It's YOUR lookout to make sure that you don't take crap you don't deserve.

Sitting in a shitty job you hate? Get another job. There are always excuses and no change is easy. But instead of letting your boss or co-workers control your actions, do something. Retrain. There are night classes. Ask for a transfer. Look for another job in the same field. But to sit and complain and complain yet do nothing about the situation surrenders your own power at the mantle of complacency. You have the RIGHT to be happy in your employment but you have the RESPONSIBILITY to make it happen, not sit and whine about something you can change.

In an abusive relationship? There is nothing, nothing that compels you to stay in that relationship. You can't control it if the other person yells at you. What you CAN do is not yell back. What you CAN do is not engage with that behaviour, to tell them you will talk to them when they can listen and respond like an adult. What you can do is to tell them, and to know deep within yourself, that you deserve better. It can be hard to put yourself first. It can be utterly terrifying, especially if up til now all your actions and thoughts have been geared toward blaming yourself or making allowances for another. But there must come a time where you say no. Where you say that there is a standard of behaviour that you expect, that it is not negotiable and it is not optional. This is something that EVERYONE can do. This is not you forcing your ideas on someone else. This is you dictating what you will and will not tolerate from another and in the process trying to make better choices for yourself. You have the right to be happy in your relationship, and you have the responsibility to find a person who is capable of bringing you happiness. You have the right to expect that ground rules will be followed most of the time, and the responsibility of making sure you likewise follow those ground rules.

There is a difference between controlling yourself and controlling others. Everything we do ripples outward and effects the people we are closest to. This is inevitable. But self-respect, assertive boundaries put across clearly and calmly and which all people - yourself included - are held to are not things that control or restrict other people. They are your way of saying this is the standard that I hold others to, and this is the standard that I hold myself to. I do not yell at my partner, and likewise I will not tolerate being yelled at. That's not an attack on anyone's freedom! That's self-respect!

And so to find yourself in a crappy situation, with a crappy person unwilling to or incapable of respecting you, your boundaries or your wishes, and to KEEP GOING BACK TO THAT beggars belief. You are denying yourself free agency by allowing the other person to control you and more importantly, you are sending a message to yourself that you are less.

If I do not like the way I am spoken to I have no hesitation in saying so - calmly - and walking away. I will not be sucked into a fight I don't want to have and nor will I stand idly and allow myself to be yelled at when I don't want to be. This is called having boundaries. It's called self respect. It's having the RIGHT to not be spoken to in a way you find offensive, and the RESPONSIBILITY to speak to others in a way that you believe they will not find offensive.

Here's the thing, and believe me now as I tell you, whoever you are, one truth that will never change.

You are not worth less than any other person.
You are important.
Your happiness is not worth less than another's happiness. We always put ourselves out for others, make sacrifices. That's what people do when they care for each other. But that's very different to thinking that your happiness is not as important as someone else's.
If you decide to be a victim, then that is all you will ever be.
Do not throw your hands up in the air and blame others for your situation. Do something. Anything. Make a change.
You can't control what life throws at you, but you can change your attitude and you can change your reactions. You can stand up and in some small way, you can say "enough".
Don't make someone a priority when to them you are only an option.


You're a free agent, friend. You, and you alone, control your life. Act like it.

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Argh... feelings

What if I've made a huge mistake?

What if I'm risking losing something - someone - who is suddenly so very, very important?

Should I have left well enough alone?

If it weren't broke, should I have tried to fix it?

Is that what even happened?

I have two songs that came on in the car on the way into Northbridge tonight, and they've stayed with me, swirling round my head no matter how I try and get them out.




I know is that this is for the best.

It hurts.

But it is for the best. Friendship is so much more important than a fleeting encounter. Friendship is what I have to work to protect, what I should cherish. And so as much as it hurts now, I know that the feeling will pass and hopefully all will be well again.

Hopefully it's not too far gone.

I regret every tear shed that I was the cause of, direct and indirect, but I don't know if I regret putting that chain of events into motion. I now know how much I adored every second. Maybe that's something I was better off not knowing. Too late now, can't unsee, can't unfeel.

I hope it's not too late.

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Pain

There is an ache in my chest and it won't go away. It is constantly there, like a great weight always slowing me down. I feel as though I am running and running only to be pulled backward after a short time. I feel as though this is inevitable. I've felt down again for some time now, but today was a bad day. I feel the tears prickling behind my eyes and I can barely stop them from spilling out of me. Why? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I don't know what to do. What to say. What to think. I feel like there is a hole inside of me that nothing can fill. I feel that my heart is empty and does not want to feel so that it cannot hurt. But it hurts anyway.

I have been strong for so long, and now I feel that I can't anymore. I need, for once, to be held up by another. I need to be told that it will be ok, to be helped through the day, and for someone to just hold me close and let me be vulnerable. I need to cry and be safe while I do it. I need to get angry. Passion will be the energy I need to break free of this and to do this I need to be honest with myself. I need to meet with my pain and my fear and I need to look it in the eye. I need to embrace it, I need to let myself feel it and I need to channel it into something better. It's the only way. I must stop hiding from it and be bigger, stronger.

I have been the proud recipient of an open relationship for a mere three days. Except that I don't know what that means. It's well nigh impossible to have any kind of relationship, sexual or otherwise, without emotional intimacy. But I want emotional intimacy. I want to share the love that I hold within me for so many people, the love that I feel tears me apart. I want to cuddle more than one person. I want to kiss. I want to be held. I want to love and be loved and I want the beauty of that love to be given freely as a gift - not out of obligation or guilt! I also don't want to withhold or second-guess my feelings of affection and love for other people because I'm not in a relationship with them. That's what happens when you get close to someone, whether it's sexual or not. I want to be close to people. I want to cuddle and be physically close, enjoy that intimacy with no expectations of more.

What does it all mean? I don't know.

I want to scream up at the sky, a great wail of pain and suffering. I want to cry until there are no tears left. I want to get angry and shout at somebody I love and cause them pain so that they understand that I AM NOT OK. I want to be held and I want to pull away and I want that person to take me by the wrist and pull me close because it may not be what I want but it is what I need. I want to get angry but I can't.

I've been having my nightmares again. Sometimes they are different to how they used to be, but one of the old ones has come back. I am always standing in a crowded place - maybe the city. Maybe a shopping centre. Maybe in a family gathering. No matter where I am, I am screaming in pain. There are tears pouring down my face as I try and make contact with someone, anyone. I scream and I cry and I beg and I am pathetic and NOBODY CAN HEAR ME. I am all alone in a huge group of people and I am so, so alone.

It's ironic that the previous post is about trust. Ironic because the issue I face right now, the one that requires of me action and decision, is one I cannot face because I do not trust myself to make the right choice.
I know that life has no guarantees. I know that there is always a risk. But my theory thus far has always been to go with my gut and that has never failed me. But now I don't know what my gut is telling me. I am torn.

I do not even know what I am torn between. I do not know why I am unhappy. What I do know is that I am so desperately, painfully, agonisingly unhappy that I feel the old thoughts rise to the fore once again. The ones I have worked so hard on myself to banish. The ones that whisper in my ear that I will not be missed. That there is one fool-proof way to end all pain. And so I want to scream for help but I cannot make a sound.

I have done so well and I have come so far. My heart is strong and I am strong but I cannot continue like this. I need to kick and fight and struggle and get to the surface to breathe some air and not sink and drown. I am screaming and I can only hope that I will be heard.

I am stronger than this but I feel myself being ground down again. The darkness whispers to me as it used to and as much as I try not to listen it is hard. I feel a physical pain within me and I want to be held like a child until it goes away. I'm tired of being the strong one! In all my relationships, ALL OF THEM, I am the one who does the holding, the reassuring, does the moving and shaking, makes things happen, finds the answers. No more!
I am not ok, and I won't be until I can look the pain in the eye, join with it, feel it, and then turn it into something better. The question now is how.