Control

I have been triggering lately.  Anger bubbling up and I struggle to come down.  It’s uncomfortable and scary.  I worry about losing control.  I worry about being in darkness and the insanity of a full-blown PTSD snap.  I want to believe that the tools I have now will always help me.  I want to believe.

 

 

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His Dudeness

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Five years?  How can that be?

I’m angry that you are not here.  I am angry that my Granddaughter will never know what it means to have you in her life.  All that Hippy BS about carrying you forward and teaching her about you is just that, Hippy BS.  The reality is that it fucking sucks that you are not here.

I’ve kept my promise.  It has been tempting but I have not contacted him in years.  I will be forever grateful that you made me promise to him out of my life and keep him out for good.  He is still haunting my dreams.     Thank you for loving me when I thought abuse was love.

I miss you.

 

Should Be

I should be writing.

I have a lot to say these days.

I hope the voice in my head is happy now.  The one who keeps asking me why I am not writing.  I suppose everyone goes through these times.  Write, don’t write, write a lot and so on.

Wait….. am I behaving normally again?

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

My left hip feels like I fell on it yesterday not twenty months ago.  I dared to sit on three  cushions  on a yoga studio matted floor for one hour.  I shifted a lot.  The pain hit within three mins of sitting.  I choose “fuck it I want to sit in this mediation class. I’m choosing clarity right now.”  This morning I am being punished by my hip and back for my choice.

I still don’t want the Vicodin back. I’m choosing clarity. It equals pain that I have to manage. And admittedly higher pain then I anticipated. But it’s winter and blah blah blah I am happier in clarity then I am blocking the pain and not functioning but surviving the high. 

Yoga helps a lot more then I expected.  Hot yoga is next.  Last night was the first time I went with B to her studio.  Not for yoga but for meditation class.  I forced myself to go and not have an attitude.  I pushed past the fear.  It hurt like hell.  Emotionally and physically.  And I’m really really proud of me.

  
These are my leggings and winter sox.  I love leggings.  And I don’t care about my big ass either! 

Fuck this PTSD

The nightmares are getting strong again.  He was back last night.  The worst part about the last couple of vivid nightmares is that I have turned violent in them.  In the dreams I am angry and tired of being abused.  I become violent on people or animals.  I have had dreams of fighting as a child before.  But these dreams are me aware that I am becoming violent, that the behavior is “bad” and yet I choose to keep going.  When I wake I struggle to process why I would dream that I punched someone, literally beat the shit out of a woman or that I hit my dog.  I cringe at some of the images that are now stuck in my mind.

Doctor increased my meds effective last night.  I am not impressed thus far.  It’s one night and I would prefer an instant fix please……. Damn still no instant cure for PTSD from a pill.  Bummer.  I think I just needed to say that.

Fuck you PTSD.  You may be capable of giving me horrid nightmares (for now) but you will not rule my day.  Today is my birthday and I am driving to Rockaway Beach to see my parents.  So fuck you.  PTSD sucks ass but my life does not! Cover image is proof.  Yep, I saw Van Halen this Summer!!!

My life rocks because I make damn sure of it.  Have a great day! 

I have peace 

Life is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what ya’ gonna get.

This is how it has felt to be for the last…… awhile now.  Years maybe.  I’ve spent the last two plus years in consistent therapy.   I have laughed hard, cried and I have experienced a snap.  I’ve been triggered and I have fought my way back to sanity and calm.  And for the last over 30+ days I have experienced withdrawal from Opiate pain medication.  Which is something I have feared, avoided and always knew I would one day face.  I still carry a couple days supply on me at all times.  The fear that the pain that makes me weep in a corner, will one day without warning reach up and grab me by the hair pulling me to the ground kicking and screaming.   Thr fear that it will come back with a vengeance still holds on within me.  If you have never known chronic pain I can not explain it to you and I hope you never find out what I am talking about.  But if you are here reading you probably already understand.

How do I possibly explain the last couple of months?  It wasn’t planned.  I mean I didn’t pick a day and say I quit Vicodin.  I have been seeing a Chiropractor and receiving decompression therapy twice to three times a week consistently for eight months.  As soon as I could begin to stretch I started doing Yoga via my iPad at home alone.  I hated it.  Yoga alone made me feel like a piece of fat shit and often made me self hate for awhile afterwards.  Yet I knew I needed to be doing it so I forced myself.  I quickly found that I would rather do some basic yoga stretches outside before and after my walks then I would alone in my living room.  SO I started stretching.  A lot.  Fuck what anyone thinks, I told myself.  I’m in horrid pain and they don’t have to live with it.

Then two things happened that signaled I was on the right path.  A woman walked into my life with grace and ease like I’ve never really experienced before.  There was and remains zero effort to having in her in my life and heart.  She is among many things, a yoga instructor who has healed her back and now manages her Fibromyalgia and MS with yoga and nutrition.  I listened and asked for the space to do it alone before with her.  Then number two was a gift I will always be grateful for.  I went to our regional camp out.  I went to Yoga every morning in the sun with some of the most beautiful people I have ever met.  Super hippies I lovingly call them.  B (my now partner) joined me for the weekend and I walked easily into yoga right next to her.  The instructor was like a gift from the gods.  His voice calm and soothing all the while reassuring everyone that yoga is about health and taking care of yourself.  Let me be blunt.  As a fat woman in chronic pain with a life changing injury in my back the difference between the philosophy of yoga and pounding yourself with weights and exercise until you puke is overwhelmingly refreshing.  In Yoga class I am consistently reminded that if my jaw is clenched I am not getting it, if there is pain I should back off and that I should always be able to take a controlled inhale and exhale at a slow count to five.  As soon as I got home I joined a local yoga studio and found the same teaching.  There are countless styles and poses but the philosophy remains and it has clicked with my soul.

So when I realized that I was approaching three days without reaching for a Vicodin I made a choice to try Ibuprofen and ice.  I have experienced shooting pain and spasms that would usually result in my reaching for the Vicodin.  I have chosen otherwise and thus far it is manageable.  Am I in pain?  Yes I am.  Is it still interrupting my life?  Yes daily.  Sometimes after Yoga I still have to pack my hips in ice and my back needs it daily.  But I have to confess I didn’t know how fogged in my brain had become from the opiates until I began to come out of it.

I spend a lot of time sitting in clarity and marveling at where I have come.  I am in pain and the nightmares are slowly returning.  Yet I have peace.  I have worries of life and daily tasks.  Yet I have peace.  I am tired all the time.  Yet I have peace.  I’m in love.  I’m not afraid of her.  I don’t worry that it will end or she will betray me.  I trust her.  I have peace. 

Pic is at camp.

  

I’m on my path and moving forward.

Well hello there.  Sorry I have been away.  I have been making changes and getting better.  Slowly.  There is no fast road to heal this injury.  But I rounded a corner and am fighting hard.  I am about to take the next step which is warm and hot yoga at a studio.  I have pain.  I have back spasms.  My neck and my knees and blah blah blah.  But I also have a beautiful life which I am not ready to quit living.  I am inspired to do more.  So no matter how much I hate it I am going to yoga class and I am getting off these fucking meds.

I’m in vicodin aka opiate withdrawal.  Right at this moment the symptoms are strong.  My heart is palpitating, I’ve had random muscle cramps and spasms all day, diarrhea for a couple of days and I cried multiple times today.  I’ve started weaning myself slowly at least five times in the last few years.  Then I get injured and the number of pills goes up again.  This time I am determined to use meditation and yoga to heal and strengthen myself.  So I’m 48hrs without any opiates and my body is pissed.  Trust me if it gets to where I can’t take it I’ll swallow one.  I’m not an idiot.  It’s hot hot hot in Seattle.  That helps.  But I am expecting pain and stomach issues and whatever.  I should look up the symptoms.

A few posts back I talked about making the decision to be Lesbian and the kind of woman I wanted.  I set it into my meditation and made very specific promises to myself, all revolving around being true to myself.  I thought about what it had taken for me to reach this place.  How hard I worked to find me and get honest about what I wanted.  I meditated on the women I have loved -vs- the women I desired.  I thought about my own brain washing by society vs what I truly found sexy in a woman.  I finally got really honest with myself and as I did so I was able to admit a few things….

1) It’s not the women in porn who turn me on.  It’s the women I see in the Lesbian world who are real about who they are at all times.  Righteous unapologetic women.  I finally found the courage to say not only do I agree with these women but I am one.  And somehow that realization has killed porn for me.  Well the kind I have watched since discovering it in my twenties.  ((((gasp))) Yes I watch porn.  Yes I like it.  I have a hub site I have gone to for years.  Now I can’t find what I want on there.  I’m terrified of what will come up if I enter the terms in google.  LMFAO

2) I want to ride on the back of a bike with a Butch in control.  Not just ride the bike but live the life.  I have since about age 15 which was the first time I saw a gorgeous bad ass Lesbian on a bike.  I have watched from a distance and never dared to seek them out until now.  I have ridden with men and never felt safe.  First ride with a woman and I was relaxed.  Guess what?  They are as badass and awesome as I have imagined and then some.

3) I’m gay.  I swear to you on everything that is holy I have never even considered the possibility until recently.  How can that be?  Let me try to explain.  Yes I have been with women and yes I have loved women.  The first woman I said I loved was lust and greed really.  She was a mentor of sorts in a world where status is earned publicly or not at all.  The second woman to hear me say those precious words was the first I truly loved and will love for always.  The love has changed but it won’t die.  So how could I just now be realizing I am a big’o gay Lesbian?  Because I have held onto the notion that my sexual desires are the only thing that determine my sexuality.  I no longer agree with that belief.  I hold fast to the belief that your sexuality – what turns you on – has nothing to do with your character and who you are as a person.  I know some pretty evil miserable rotten straight people and I know some equally in the gay and kink communities.  I have seen some mind-blowing amaze balls make you cry honorable straight people work magic in my lifetime.  Again I have seen the same in the gay and kink communities.  To believe that what a person does behind closed doors consensually with another human being somehow makes his/her mind or heart less than is simple ignorance.  So riddle me this.  Why have I believed that my sexual desires determine what my relationships should look like?  I heard the words come out of my mouth “I have no desire for an emotional connection with a man.  I can’t connect with their energy and feel good anymore.”  I don’t hate men.  I love my Son.  I love my Father and Brothers and many male friends.  I simply have reached a place where I am no longer desire to give what it takes to engage with a man sexually or connect on a heart level.  That is my definition of Lesbian.

I’m taking my meds.  I’m going to my appointments.  I’m walking and doing what I am supposed to for my health.  I’m eating healthy.  I’m on my path and moving forward.  The PTSD is getting quieter.  I am facing fears and saying no to them.  Therapy for the mother fucking win!