And the daffodils look lovely today…

I just heard the news of Dolores O’Riordan passing away. When I was in high school and first heard linger, I knew it was special. I remember saying to my friends, who at the time all listened to hip hop, this band is going to be huge. They laughed at me, but I was right. She was special. I did not know at the time that I suffered with bipolar disorder, or that she did. I had tickets to go see The Cranberries play, but the tour had gotten cancelled. I was so upset. The one song that always stood out to me was Daffodil Lament. I loved how it went from down to up, it always felt optimistic. It is, but its also bipolar. So low, so lonely, to things looking lovely and happy back into quiet chillin buddhist type of singing. So quickly our feelings change, like the song. It actually made me feel more connected to her and her music.

I’ve been having a hard time these past few days. I feel like I am in the middle of big changes and I keep standing still. I want to go with them, but I dont know how. What is my next step, my next move? Do I even know? Does anyone care? I feel like I am such a mess. I messed everything up, I lost it all. Its that part of the movie, where I need to step up and change. how? Maybe I need to just listen to the cranberries and cry.

m.

 

second hand news

my life is so weird and living where i am living right now isn’t working out well. i came home from work today to two dogs ive never seen barking their heads off at me. i am in quite a mood today so i aggravatedly scream “stop it” several times at these dogs. i was on the phone and had to hang up, then my stuff fell over in the mud…(oh the mud, ill get to that) and this girl appears out of nowhere all like hey, sorry. I have no idea who she is, and she says ive been waiting to meet you! Apparently my landlady took in another renter and this is her. This place is a mess. literal mess in every sense of the word. This is the second room mate she’s had since ive been here, and heard there were several before. i think i am the only one who can be any type of stable because i have a trailer. the trailer doesn’t have potable water, nor a sewage system, but hey its all me and nobody can come in here unless they are invited. its just that this place has been nothing but trouble since i got here.

my stepmom kicked me out in early october and gave me a month to move. no money saved, no job besides the one i have which had just been over, and no credit. she’s a huge fan of me, obviously. i just hate being here. i hate being in california right now. i hate being in my brain. i have everything i need, but i still am unhappy. i feel like i always am unhappy and striving for more. i know i need to stop and smell the roses (which i actually do do by the way) and enjoy this time, buts its hard and i am tired of traveling, moving and being unstable. i want to just know i am here until i dont want to, and no other reason besides that. thats on me, and that security only comes with owning property. i will get there some day.

sooo onto the mud. the mud is a serious issue that i am dealing with right now. if i leave my house i walk through a mud hell scape. my boots get sucked into the dark brown gross glossy mud. my car also is parked directly in mud. got stuck today actually. yup. mud. supposedly there will be more gravel by the end of the month. i won’t hold my breathe that it will actually do anything. i want to just run through a brick wall and scream so loud. so much rage inside wants to come out, but its just towards me. i am here because of me. i am here because i dont want to work hard, and deal with people and myself. i am so over that.

thanks for listening to me. if anyone is.

its on me.

Today is the drop. the reality hit from the long adventure with people that know me. now i am back to being lonely. i am alone again. alone with my thoughts, and actions. alone with my little dog who cant do anything in this tin bucket except sleep. she has no life in here, same as me. we deserve better than this. we will have better than this.

this is not the life i choose for myself. everything is ending and its time for me to forge on through to the other side. my job is ending. i will lose one of my two jobs starting in april. this is reality, i felt it coming. i can do this…right?…yes, yes i can. I can be a “normal” person. nah actually i cant. i cant be a “normal” person, because there isn’t any normal people anywhere. There are people who fill roles they think they need, but they arent normal. i am learning how to be okay with who i am and what i think and what i feel. its okay to not do certain things or hang out with certain people. its okay.

i am still devastated over my cousin though. every time i see something about sisters or friends or understanding one another, i think of her. we are ripped apart at the seems, and she seems to be okay with it. seems being the key word. i dont assume she is. i know her too well and i think we are both just at a stand still. neither of us know what to do or say or how to move forward. nothing has changed. nothing will until we let it. her dad told me he write her a letter, a hand written letter. every time i go to write it, i get stuck on where to start. i dont know what to say, or how to convey everything i need to. it freezes me.

i dont know how to recreate a friendship with my mother. she seems to need some light in her life, and some help. id like to remember good stories. i feel like i dont have any. i feel like i think she doesn’t either. did we ever click? did she ever love me? did she ever cuddle me? i dont know if i will ever know the answers. my psyche says yes, in her way, but it doesn’t feel like it. my body doesn’t remember it. everyone has let me down. dropped the ball. they would say i forced them to. i just disagree. some jobs are forever, parenting is one of them. both mine never cared much about it, when it came to me. i was the strong one. the one who could take care of herself. i was the one who is strong. but i shouldnt have had to. they were wrong, and neither will ever admit it. its sad to me. i wish they would. it would so easily let the blockage go away and let space to rebuild. their egos won’t allow it yet i guess..both can say the words..both can say they know…but i know they dont feel it.

i am hurt. i am alone. i did this to myself. i made all the choices that lead me here. its on me.

loyality

This song keeps playing in my head for the past few days. i dont know why but it is. songs always play in my head. its like there is a radio station only i can hear going on in there. its clear, its in their voices…literally like the radio is on. i used to think it was awesome and then it got to become too much. it plays all the time. “tell me who your loyal to” keeps playing the past few days. That line over and over. I think my brain is actually asking me. Melissa, Who are you loyal to? “Everyone”! I always think its everyone, but recently, it cant. I need to only really be loyal to me. I have never done that before. I dont listen to my decree. I bend my rules for everyone. I think that is why i get so mad at others because they dont bend theirs for me, but i do for them. its not right. my rules should never be bent, unless certain circumstances say so.

I am going back to work today after 6 weeks off. I get so much anxiety about it, but then realized so does everyone. its overwhelming. 20 plus people in the same room working together. loud music, stories, life. i also start therapy today with a new therapist. im hoping this one will be awesome and help me during this new stage im in. i stopped my meds and feel alive again, but i also feel very out of control. ray and i are over and its good, but also lonely. i want to write in here everyday and find a new community. i need new insights and support.

its time for me to be my own best friend. my own parent. my own employer. my own doctor. my own therapist. my own everything. its all on me.

gratitude can save me. discipline can save me. healthy diet can save me. meditation can save me. not one human can save me, but me.

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