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Disclaimer:  This is a verbal vomit post… I have several things rattling ’round in my noggin and I have to vent this all out… this will likely jump from topic to topic and make little sense…so please forgive me ahead of time.

It’s that time of year… the time when we all look back over the passing year and evaluate  how we feel about all we have learned and gone through.  I have had so many high & low points this year… I am struggling with how to be honest about it all.  How do you sum up a year in your life… do you just hit the highlights?  There are those who insist on focusing only on the good things and not really acknowledging or giving space to the bad  – but I personally feel that this does not work for me.  It leaves my heart feeling cheated and the hurts become buried where they simply fester and turn into a lost temper over some trivial thing….(for example: at this exact moment my cat is meowing and I just want to scream at her…. She’s just a stupid animal and there is nothing wrong with her meowing – but with as stressed and sad and angry as I feel right now every little thing feels like a huge annoyance)

I started off the year working and living in another city from my husband… to be honest we weren’t sure at the time if our marriage was going to make it and being separated for a time seemed like a good idea – so I spent about 6 months living/working 4 hours away.  We were both miserable apart.  I hated every time I would visit him knowing that I would have to turn around in leave in about 30 hours… It was a difficult season in our marriage and in some ways as hard as it was that time apart strengthened our marriage.  (Not that I would want to do that again)  We’ve had so many ups and downs and I am not one of those married people who like to pretend that once you meet/marry your soul mate everything is just easy… that is a LIE.  It is not easy.  Love/marriage is a struggle and an active choice, one you must both chose and work on every day for the rest of your lives…but I will say that it is an easy choice to make.  I love being with my husband.  I love our laid back life, I love sitting with him on the couch as we each work on our separate projects and I love it when we are engaged with each other – playing games, watching movies, dreaming of our future.  It is a wonderful feeling knowing that every day when you wake up and make the choice to put God first, your spouse second that you are married to someone making that same choice.

I decided to quit my corporate ladder-climbing job and take a huge risk and work only part time (at a book store – yay!) and spend the rest of my time running a daylily nursery from my home… MAN has this been an adjustment….I spent the first few months in a state of sheer panic thinking there was no way I had what it took to do this… now I feel I have hit my stride and start to feel antsy when I have too many days in a row spent indoors… Oddly enough I enjoy pulling weeds and planting flowers.  It’s very hard work but so rewarding!  (sounds a bit like a cliche, doesn’t it? – oh well)

I reconnected with a few family members…the first in nearly 3 years…. It was terrifying… Family has become somewhat of a fearful subject with me having become estranged from pretty much my entire family in 2011 or so.  I felt this was a necessary choice for my own mental health and to be honest – though it has been a difficult choice that I would not recommend for everyone I am glad that I did it.  I have made more progress in my own mental and emotional healing since I severed the ties.  So anyway… I reconnected with my uncle and his fiance (now wife) first back in July and it was wonderful.  It was such a pleasant and welcome surprise to be able to tell them about my life, about my abuse, about my fears and concerns and to be met with warmth and love and understanding.   Part of me is still reeling from this and can scarcely believe my good fortune.  More recently I have connected with an aunt, uncle, and cousins… They have been unbelievably kind and caring and wonderful… They have welcomed me in their homes and hearts and have made such a  difference in my heart in such a short time.  It feels good to have some family again.  My brother told my aunt about my blog as an example of how crazy I am but his plan back-fired…she read my blog and now sees me – really sees me and cares about me and what I have been through.  She has been so supportive and I cannot thank her enough.  It’s amazing to me and so new…

I have learned so much this year… I have began taking Hebrew classes and can now read and write in Hebrew (Phonetically, anyway… still working on comprehension)  and next week I start my Biblical Hebrew class focusing on reading comprehension from the Book of Genesis.  I have learned other things too, unfortunately… I have learned of past betrayals from my family that have sent me reeling and hurt my heart in ways I cannot describe.  I have learned wonderful things… like my marriage is stronger than I thought it was and we can survive more that we thought we could…. I have learned to be kinder to myself this year than last year and hope that trend of kindness will continue year to year…

I have embraced a new passion this year – Photography – and have allowed myself to fall in love with this artistic expression.  I have had some photos published and even sold my first photo this year and cannot  be more excited about that… I never dreamed anyone would look at my art and see anything in it….see anything in me.  I am learning to see myself more clearly and to embrace my talents and see this as healthy and not dismiss it as pride or arrogance.

In my infinite clumsiness I have fallen up-stairs, down-stairs, careened off doorways and spilled boiling milk on myself (still healing from that last one)

I have visited new states and driven over a large portion of the eastern states on vacation.  Went on my first barely planned vacation which was scary and fun at the same time (I am a creature of habit and usually prefer to plan everything out on vacation – not normally one for winging it.)  This year we drove through state after state – often side-trekking onto back roads and I am surprised and happy to say that I LOVED it and hope to do the same in 2015.  I have made new friends and let go of old friends… I am learning more about myself every day and plan to continue that trend.

I have embraced the pain in my past in a way I never have before – acknowledging it and allowing it to wash over me and through me and recognizing it is a part of me that if I continue to deny will never lead me to the emotional health I deserve.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense outside of my head and do not plan to read over it to find out… Goodbye 2014… please take with you all the fears, resentment, anger and heartache you brought… I am ready for a little peace now…

Longing for Peace


I sometimes wonder why I struggle so much…. some days it seems like every part of my life is a struggle.  I struggle to perform perfectly at work, I struggle to “get it right” all the time… no matter whether “IT” is making dinner, cleaning house, serving customers at work, being a supportive friend a good wife…  I think I just have all these ideas in my head about what I am supposed to be…about who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act.  Some days I look around and all I see are the things I need to do… I need to organize our house, put away our books, buy/build more bookshelves, clean our carpets, clean our rooms, catch up on all the laundry, work on my crafts for Christmas, finish with our Christmas Gifts…. My thoughts race and race…  I think I need a few weeks to just catch up … no distractions… no excuses… no interruptions… Feathering the Nest

My Levels of Not Okayness


I’ve been thinking a lot about Dante’s Divine Comedy…specifically his Inferno and I have decide I have 7 levels of my not-okay-ness…I know this is not grammatically correct 🙂 But it’s the best way I can explain it…  Here’s how it goes…  In this scenario I knock my contact solution off the sink edge due to my infinite clumsiness…

Level One: I have no reaction… I just pick it up and put it back.

Level Two: I take a deep breath, sigh, then put it back.

Level Three: I take  a deep breath, huff, blow, slam it back down.

Level Four: I growl at the contact solution, pick it up, slam it down, huff, mumble and clench my fists…then take a deep breath…

Level Five:  I growl, glare at the contact solution, leave it there, huff, sigh, take a moment to calm myself down and take a deep breath.

Level Six: I yell at the contact solution, I glare at it, I kick it across the room, yell at it some more and pick it up and slam it down.

Level Seven: I yell at the contact solution, sink, mirror and any inanimate object around, I pick up the contact solution and throw it against the mirror, I cry, I pick it up and throw it again.

Does anyone else have days like this filled with irrational emotional craziness?  I hate this rage…this overly emotional out of control feeling….I certainly don’t want to  go through life feeling like this… How do I get a handle on it?

Gift from my Husband


This was written for me by my husband…  He is such a gift!

 

My heart weeps for all your tears.

Your words convey your pain.

I ache to sing solace amidst your fears.

And brush away your rain.

I grieve with you each ill received.

Your voice cries out lost years.

Your plastered smile did not deceive.

I yearn to hold you near.

Your heart was buried amidst the shame.

Twas hidden among the scars.

You did not deserve an ounce of blame,

For untold lashes left to mar.

Voices maligned your every thought.

Mean words dashed your heart.

Cruel lessons were branded and severely taught,

And dark horrors did they impart.

To be raised by loathsome beasts at best,

And savage gods at worst,

I long to see your soul enjoy rest,

And all your wounds be nursed.

Each scar and tear is precious to me.

Your pain does not repel.

I chase each lingering shadow to flee,

And make the dark dispel.

Until your heart finds rest in my love,

Your head against my chest,

I’ll embrace you in mine arms my dove,

till serenity do you possess

You were punished for your sire’s sin.

Sacrificed to lust and pride.

You and your cousins given to perverse men,

While your childhood died.

You were offered up to protect their lies.

Innocence suffered mortal blows.

While they puff and guff and claim alibis,

Their children they laid low.

Their children used as human shields

Wounded youth left to die

How foolishly they abused the power they yield,

For their infants they did not even cry.

What cruelty seethes from lifeless eyes?

lips drip poison to their chins.

Injuries more upon your back now lie

you lost so they might win.

How willingly they strap you to the stake.

Your mother sheds not one tear.

Your father preaches to the mob so fake,

while they cling to his words as dear.

Vacant eyes stare as babies are sacrificed alive,

Cries rend the night.

Innocence voices are silenced by inhuman drives,

beautiful children see no more light.

The God they think they blameless serve,

will one day cast them out,

They will find the place that he reserved,

for monsters who acted devout.

God is merciful and loving and kind it’s true,

but one day time will end.

Justice will have His say and into hell will He spew,

those who did only pretend.

God saw each cut and bruise and lash,

which they willfully hid.

Their image would be fit for the trash,

if ever exposed what they did.

You were effectively silenced for many a year,

Your heart was left to die

Malevolent parents deceive all who give ear,

and you thought you were the lie.

My heart weeps for wrongs you have wearily bourne,

by callous hearts and dead eyes.

I pray I may care for the places you were savagely torn,

and weep with you while you cry.

No one deserves abuse and neglect.

least of all one so pure.

God tenderly caught each tear to collect,

forever in His arms He will assure.

I Hate Anxiety!


I know no one really like anxiety, but I hate the way I feel right now!  My heart is pounding, I am having trouble breathing I cannot think straight… I hate this!!!  I want to scream right now.  I hate this feeling of fear – terror really.  I hate feeling trapped inside my own skin.  I hate the swarm of bees buzzing in my chest, the tightness in my lungs, the crawling in my skin the jangling nerves.  I hate that I feel so helpless to this feeling.  I hate this!  I feel crazy and I feel desperate and I would almost do anything to make it go away….

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All American Holiday


I love the feel of good old fashioned celebration…I enjoyed being amongst the crowd watching the fireworks and hearing the ooh’s aah’s and cheering.  It feels like community and makes me long for the America portrayed in Norman Rockwell paintings.

American Fourth

 

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Dandilion Firework

 

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I turned 35 today…  Well… as it is after midnight I guess I turned 35 yesterday, technically.  I spent the day alone apart for a one hour supervised visit with my husband.  I miss him so much and I am ready for him to be home with me.  Usually we have a huge birthday celebration… I started the tradition when we started dating – I would celebrate my husband’s birthday for the entire week — I gave him a gift every day for the week leading up to his birthday and then had a big gift, balloons, cake, etc on his birthday.  Now it is what we do for each other every year..  He went into the hospital on Wednesday and today was the first time I’ve been able to see him since.  Looks like he won’t get out until Monday at the earliest.  I love him so much and I feel so lost with him away.  I cannot stand not being able to see him or talk to him whenever I want…  He wants to come home so badly and I want him here with me.

 

Feeling Despirate


I don’t know what to do… my husband called me again this morning begging me to get him out of the hospital and I have spoken to crisis counsellors, the hospital, different facilities, my insurance and no one can help me… I get the same answer – Only the doctor can release him… I can’t even see him until tomorrow at 5:30….I feel so helpless.  I want to go get him and bring him home… I wat to take care of him and I can’t help him.  I don’t know what to do and I am so afraid…

Beauty ~ Dew Covered Rose


I snapped this the other morning and bled the color nearly out of it… hope you enjoy…Today is one of those days I feel like the color is draining from my life… so I thought this photo would be appropriate.

 

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I feel my world crumbling around me. I have never been this frightened in my entire life – including during my abuse… My husband was taken by ambulance to the hospital and admitted… they say he will be in there for 3-4 days and I feel so helpless… I can’t see him except for strict visiting hours and can only talk to him for 10 minutes at a time. I feel so helpless. I talk to him on the phone and he wants to come home so badly and I want to rush to his rescue. I want to help him. I want to make all this ugliness go away. I want to make him all better…. and to make the whole ordeal worse we had a fight last night… an age-old fight that we’ve had over and over… one that we had been working through and moved past recently… I thought we were doing so well… but last night we were looking at some of my old family photographs and I just lost it… I went back to that place, mentally and when he was just trying to help me I snapped at him and the evening quickly spiraled out of control. I hurt his feelings so badly… made him feel like the enemy… made him feel invisible, rejected and unimportant…. and I don’t know if it is possible for me to live long enough to do enough good to this man to ever make that up to him. Time and time again in our relationship he has reached out to help me and I have hurt him over and over by going into my automatic defense mode. I don’t mean to do this and I am working so hard to undo all of these defenses… I don’t need them anymore… but I can’t seem to get them disarmed. I feel like my heart is a mine-field and he keeps trying to reach me there and just when we think the land-mines are clear he steps on one and I hurt him all over again. I am so scared. I feel like this is all my fault… I’ve stressed him to the point of hospitalization. I am the straw that broke the camel’s back. I am terrified. I am desperately trying to stave off the ‘what ifs’… What if he hates me now? What if I can’t recover from this? What if this is the thing that leads him to leave me? What if I am just toxic and he never wants to see me again? What if I have just ruined our marriage that we have worked so very hard to save? What if he gets home from the hospital and is so traumatized by me he just doesn’t want me to touch him anymore? Is yesterday the last day I will ever touch his face? Kiss his lips? See his special -just for me- smile? Is it the last day I will ever hear his voice telling me he loves me? Did I just ruin both of our lives? Have I finally become the monster I have always feared I would? I am so afraid… Please, God, help me. Anyone out there…. if you pray…. please pray for us….