Every time I climb out, I feel a
little different. The bruises on my mind pulse in lavender pain. It’s not a
physical pain but an emotional one. I feel like a dried up house plant that
just needs a little water. As I receive this energizer my bruises slowly
dissolve. I feel better, practically perfect in a sense. I push my hair out of
the way and live a queen’s life. Am I manic? No. I simply don’t feel dread
pressing against my soul. I feel refreshed and energized.
I’m going to fall into the pit
again. I’ll place my hands behind my back and push myself into it. It will
happen. It seems like I exhibit no resistance, I just do it. The only problem
is that I don’t know when it will happen. There are moments where it feels like
an eternity has passed before my slippery fingers slither behind me and force
me into the abyss. There are other moments where my digits move with cheetah
speed and before I know it I’m falling.
I was recently in an angry place.
I was close to breaking, turning in my towel. I was going to call it quits. If
you read my previous post then you’d know just how I felt. I can’t recall the
exact moment when the rope was thrown down to me and I was able to climb out of
this cloudy despair but it appeared and I climbed. This queen climbed out and
didn’t even mind the sweat that drenched his face as he rose from the ashes of
his own despair (did I mention I’m dramatic). There were a few days that I felt
like I wasn’t going to make it. I owe a lot to the people around me. Their
texts, messages, and other words of advice gave me courage to keep going. Thank
you!
I know that I’m going to fall
again but I’m trying to prepare myself for that moment. I’m taking steps to
assure that when I do get pushed back in, I won’t fall too far. I’m going to
focus on the positives in my life, even when the negatives seem more prevalent.
I’m going to take walks, bake, and write. I’m going to force myself to pull my
head away from the corners of my couch and interact. I’m starting a journal
where I’m going to write all of the feelings that I can’t on this blog. I’m
going to get better.
It’s been really hard for me to
admit this but I have depression. It’s not something that’s going to go away.
But, it’s not something that needs to control me. I have a black dog and he’s
about to be put on a leash!
Someone asked me the other day
why I write some of the things in my blog. He questioned why I described things
the way I do. I don’t write something in my blog without thinking about it. I
sometimes start a post, write for a few hours, and then delete the entire
thing. I’m not a perfectionist by any means. I just want to write things that
are important. It seems at times that all I ever do is talk about myself, and
sure this queen is very self-centered, but I write in order to help others find
hope in themselves. When I write something there is a reason. That being said, I
want to get away from myself. Is there anything you all want to read? Any
questions you have that you want me to answer? Do you want more or less of
something? I’m not going to talk about depression or medical issues unless they
are so pressing that I need to get them out….like my sad corn allergy! What do
you guys want? Food blogs? Vlogs? Porn? Nature photos? Gardening tips?
Religion? All of the above? Let me know, I’m at your bidding!
-Jer
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