MsPsychos Thoughts
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Wednesday, May 03, 2023
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Hidden Areas
For the past several years, I’ve closed the door to Ms Psycho. Problem is, the door is still there and can be opened at any time. Even if I were to nail it shut, a hammer can always be found, and sometimes it's in the hands of someone else.
My body is getting old and worn out. Yet, if the conditions were right/wrong , my body and mind would respond. Sleep has recently played a big role in how I'm responding to things that irritate me. Like people that can't hold a discussion or disagreement about something, so instead they want to bring up things from my past. Well, fuck you too Mr Perfect cop.. you only know what you see on paper, you don't see the full truth.
It's not just THEM, it's other people also, like doctors or nurses that say one thing and do another. The hate builds as I envision smashing their faces as hard as I possible can into a wall.... but that's not me any more ... right?
Pain is my constant companion and there is no relief to be found. I'm too crazy and mentally unstable to have fixed, what needs fixed. So as it nears 1 am, I'm still not able to sleep. No relief is to be found, so I lay here staring at the walls for several more hours, hoping to fall into a sleep deep enough to never awaken from.
Maybe, I need to visit the old well.
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year Everyone!
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a cloud of smoke, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and proudly proclaiming "Wow! What a ride!"
Wednesday, December 08, 2021
No Where Land
Have you ever reached a point to where you were just done? Done with people, done with trying. You're feel like a flame that is burning out. But I know if I let myself cross that line once again, I might not get back.
I've roamed around in some of the darkest halls, but somehow managed to find an open door that lead me towards some light. Most all the people that know me, don't know this side of me. Like most with deep depression, it is kept hidden, and I only let the sadness creep out when I'm alone, late at night.
I get out of bed everyday and carry on as if I've gotten everything figured out. The truth is, I just try not to think about the sadness and hope the day comes to a quick end. I've known other people who have walked down these type of halls and some of them never made it back. They ended their misery. I use to think that was what I wanted to happen to me, but I kept on walking around in the dark until I found a door to open.
For me, it was helping others. Even though I have very little, I offer all that I have to others when asked. Rarely is the same compassion offered back to me that I have so unconditionally given to others.
Maybe I've just hit this wall that is without a door. Passion and motivation are gone. I can walk past someone in need and not care any more. I just feel numb. I know there are still a few good people out there, but in my heart, I just don't feel it any more.
I have to remind myself everyday; don't do anything stupid, but stupid is a much easier choice. I've got to find a way to make time for me. I need to smile, laugh, and find the light that shines from some hidden door that I need to open. I'm not sure where I am anymore, and it sucks to be stuck in this nowhere place.
Monday, August 30, 2021
Friday, June 04, 2021
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Am I disabled today?
On a physically good day, self-doubt creeps up on me. I remind myself that my disability is invisible to the naked, untrained eye. I'm frustrated that no one can tell by looking at me. I loathe the fact that most people automatically assume the reason I park in a handicapped space is because I'm lazy, not because I have Forestier's disease (also known as DISH). My bones, tendons and ligaments are slowly calcifying , making simple everyday task, nearly impossible. My problem is partly caused by excess growth hormone, which has also caused many other unseen problems with my life. When I tell people, they lovingly wish me a 'get well soon' or 'hope you feel better soon'. I want to yell back that I will never actually get better, so I stopped telling people. I let them think what they want to think.
Some days, I clean the house top to bottom. The next day I can barely bend down to put my shoes on. Pushing a vacuum cleaner becomes nearly impossible and forget trying to lift anything even if it only weighs a few pounds. There are days when I want to give up. Then there are days when I want to fight back with all my strength, but I find it hard sometimes to find that strength.
My neck, spine, shoulders, knees, ribs, and feet are all lined with bone spurs that squeeze on the nerves causing pain that is very difficult to control. A huge one that has formed on the back of my throat makes it difficult to swallow, hard to breathe if I do any type of exercise, and I'm slowing losing my ability to talk. I stopped explaining to people years ago that I was dealing with a unknown attack on my body. I stopped caring if people knew that I smoked marijuana to control the pain enough to function. I stopped doing a lot of things I use to enjoy.
The excess growth hormone is also causing ridges to form on my head which is causing pressure that feels like someone is continually squeezing my brain. Headaches are almost a daily thing which makes it hard to think clearly on most days. I easily forget things I'm doing, even if I'm in the middle of doing that thing.
I'm still struggling with HAE, but I'm learning what foods to avoid and what foods I can safely eat. Big problem with that is the food that I can safely eat cost way more than I can afford most of the time, so I'm left eating things I shouldn't and hoping I don't have a reaction or choke because of the bone spur that is pushing on my throat.
Its slow, insidious creep through my body at times frustrates me, angers me and frightens me with equal measure. Should I try to explain to others or just smile when people ask and say 'I'm fine"?
I am learning to live with the constant pain; It is my constant companion.
I don't know when I'll come to terms with the changes that is being force upon me. Is there a future for me? Maybe. It's just a different future than the one I had envisioned just a few short years ago.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I will get up, get dressed, slide my house slippers on, smoke a joint, and smile when family stops by for meal. I won't bring up the fact that my body is in pain, that old age and a decaying body is leaving me with little hope. It makes it very difficult wondering if I'll be able to do the things I doing now, next year. There is no cure for what I have. I can only live each day knowing for now I'm still alive.
Saturday, September 07, 2019
Monday, December 31, 2018
Grief is just love with no place to go.
I was just reading an article about how to deal with the loss of a parent. It was a tough read because of all the emotions that come out when you allow yourself to go back to that time where your heart was being ripped out of your chest and you can't make sense out of anything. Losing anyone you love is tough, whether it’s family, a friend, or even a favorite pet. I feel so blessed to have had all the people and animals in my life that I lost this year.
I’ve learned there are no rules to grief. We can only succumb to it, surrender to it, let our hearts break open for the grief. It is an ebb and flow, a dance of pain and love, a coming together only to once again fall apart. It is a feeling of overcoming, only to awake every single morning in the arms of grief once more. With time, the overcoming sadness, begins to fade. We are reminded that no person is ever truly alone. Those who passed on, whom we deeply loved, will echo within our thoughts, our words, and our hearts forever.
I want to share a quote with you for anyone dealing with grief this past year:
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
I wish you all peace and joy into the New Year, and may you all be granted 12 months of Happiness, Fun, Success, and Good Health. Stay safe my family and friends.
Sunday, September 09, 2018
Waiting in Line
We are all in “the line” without really realizing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.
So while we wait in line -
Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.
Above all else.....
Make sure you tell your people, that they are loved.
Monday, August 13, 2018
Friday, June 15, 2018
Are the broken the more evolved?
Mental illness is highly misunderstood and difficult to admit. While it is as debilitating as any serious physical illness, embarrassment and denial make it a closet epidemic. While no one has a problem admitting that they have a broken leg, admitting that part of one’s brain or emotional abilities is broken is much harder. The uncomfortable silence that surrounds diseases of the mind leave those who suffer (and those who suffer with them) with few resources.
Without professional involvement, how does the average person determine if someone they know is clinically depressed or is merely depressed because of a bad day? Persons who suffer from mental illness are sometimes the last to notice that something is seriously wrong. The deeper the sufferer sinks into depression, the less able he or she is to rationally judge his or her own behavior. The warning signs are ignored.
One night about a year after my diagnosis, I walked out of my home and disappeared. Because I was an adult and had left willingly, the police would not aggressively search for me. The fact that I was seriously mentally ill did not seem to matter. Unfortunately, the lack of proper education regarding mental illness affects all of society. Even the police felt that this was my problem. The sad reality is that a person suffering from mental illness is everyone’s problem. Not only is this person a danger to him or herself, but is often a danger to society at large.
After living on the streets for 4 months, I forced myself to go to a facility for help. For the next 30 days I was hoping to learn the skills I needed to repaired my broken soul. It is something about being fragmented, tainted by scars, that we as people learn more about ourselves and about others. What does it mean to be broken, however in a sense, it means not to go through the conventional path of life. It means, seeing different perspectives and understanding how people live their lives. We cannot be immune to the ravages of time, of old age, however what is broken within us will remain, concealed.
The broken have always been more evolved, because they have evolved through what is broken.