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our stories – part 4 – needs & wants & guilt

This past week has been all about needs and wants for me. I’ve had a lot of time to myself (for the most part – I do live practically 24/7 with a 7y/o) to reflect over all the craziness that my life has been the last few months.

I’ve chosen to live for a long time with unmet needs and wants. However, my choices have been made from a place or feeling of obligation to make those choices. Constantly telling myself I can do without or ignore certain things, because that’s how it has to be. I am a crazy person in general, but I had not realized just how crazy living like this has made me until recently. Literally bat-shit crazy.

It’s true that we make sacrifices in our lives and compromises. This is especially true if we are committed to a significant other or living with children. When we sacrifice too much of ourselves, we can burry ourselves and become disconnected with ourselves – basically living half alive. What’s worse is making sacrifices unnecessarily or giving up things without even being asked to give them up – or thinking you should, when in reality that’s the last thing you need/needed to do (talking to you, Dear Other Half).

I’m coming to realize that my years and years of battling depression has stemmed from constantly compromising my needs and wants away and worse yet, not voicing many of them to begin with. I’ve got nobody to blame but myself for not speaking up. I get that. And that part, makes me even crazier.

Going along with something to not ‘rock the boat’ (maybe in an effort to cling to what we have) without saying how we really feel is just soul-suicide. Soul-sucking-suicide.

I live with a lot of guilt on a daily basis. Guilt that is not necessary, that shouldn’t be there and it’s been eating me up from the inside out. Some of my guilt stems from feeling obligated to not voice my needs/wants because of the sacrifices others have made for me. At times, I just say to myself, “quit your bitching/whining, already”. Let me tell you just oh how so unbelievably helpful this tactic is – not.

I’ve got to get over the guilt. I’m tired of feeling guilty, especially when I am feeling up and good and everyone around me is feeling low and down.

But first, I have to be radically honest about my needs/wants/desires.

And, the important people in my life need to equally be radically honest about their needs.

I feel kind of clinical and impersonal making a literal check list of needs/wants, but I can’t visualize a better or more ‘organic’ way to use my voice. I feel like a list would help me to prioritize and help me not overlook hidden needs or needs parading around as one thing when they are in fact something else altogether.

And after rereading what I’ve typed so far, it sounds as though I have tons of unmet needs – not the case at all. It’s just that the ones I have are kind of big ones, important big ones. And ignoring them has stirred up all kinds of shit in me, in my relationships and in my life in general.

I’m tired of that.

I’m tired of fear – tired of being afraid to ask for what I need.

I’m tired of feeling guilty for having needs – tired of feeling obligated to ignore them.

I’m going to start making my list tonight. It might take me some time to complete (maybe a couple days, a week or a month), but when I get done, I know I’m going to feel a hell of a lot better – and feeling better is what I *need* most.

 

our stories – part 3 – who the fuck am i & where the hell am i going?

I’m in a funk.

I found myself depressed last week because of things that happened the week before; I had chosen to ignore my feelings at the time in an effort to have a positive and happy birthday week — for the most part, that worked, but it all caught up with me towards the end of this past week.

I thought about cutting (haven’t done that since I was like 12). I thought about running away (that’s never solved my problems, only made them worse). I’ve moved passed these things. Don’t worry, friends.

Now… here I am in a funk.

There are things I want to say, but it’s too late or not really important now. There are things I want to do, but I can’t. There are places I want to be, but I can’t go there now.

I tend to be a fairly guarded person (trying not to be here) and have a hard time letting others in, but in this moment, I’m having a hard time letting myself out. What does that mean exactly, I’m not sure. My eyes are welling up with tears right now as I type, but I have no idea why.

I’ve tried to talk some about what I am feeling and about some of the thoughts running through my head, but every time I open my mouth, nothing comes out right; I end up saying things wrong or saying the wrong things. I’m having a terrible time articulating what’s on my mind and it’s so frustrating.

Everything ends up sounding like I’m terribly unhappy and I am unhappy about somethings, but for the most part, I am very happy and extremely grateful for what I have and for who is in my life.

I need to say a lot of things to several people, but somethings, I don’t have words for and somethings, probably would be better off not said and like I said earlier, somethings would be too late and pointless to say.

Arrrgh, I’ve never really been in an emotional rut/funk like this before. I’ve had writer’s block, but never emotional-block or rather, articulation-of-emotions-block.

I’m really at a loss as to what to do. I feel like I need to spend some time away from everyone and everything and just sleep and write – write everything and anything that comes to my head. I need to figure shit out. I need to clear my head.

And that’s weird, because I spend a lot of time alone… well, a lot of time isolated from adults.

I need to figure out what I am doing anymore. I need to figure out where I am going these days. I think I’ve kind of lost myself and she was really fucking awesome – I’d like to have her back. Any time now. Thanks.

Jesus, I sound like a whinny 45 year old having a mid-life crisis (no offense to any whinny 45 year olds out there having a mid-life crisis) and I’m only 29.

I went through a such a terrible spell. A terrible spell of being such a terrible person in the past few months and not knowing how to not be terrible – feeling so literally out of control of everything that I just made life so miserable for so many people, people that I love. I was faced with an obstacle and I didn’t know how to deal with it, get around it or jump over it. So, I just tried to avoid it or run head first into it – needless to say, neither of those approaches worked.

I’m still not there. But, I think I see light at the end of this tunnel.

I don’t really know where to go from here, but I guess I’ll figure that out.

Everything always seems to work out in the end.

I have hope – I *have to* have hope, right?!

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For those of you who like comics. I LOVE the 3rd link – I relate to Nemi, but I am so much Erika in Dar!

Alison Bechdel

Dar!

Nemi

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Last but not least another good old xkcd.

 

birthday week 2011 – day 4 (new tattoo)

Well, as predicted and promised, I got my new tattoo (or the outline of it) done today. I’ll go back and have the color done in 2 or 3 weeks.

You can find the rest of the photos on my Facebook album.

Before I went and got my tattoo, The Gyres and us all met up at Affogato and had lunch.

Tonight, is ‘date night’. We’re going to go eat sushi.

Birthday week is going well so far.

 

our stories – part 1 – who are we (if we stay closeted)?

“We spend so much time stifling ourselves. So many years spent trying to be who we aren’t, who we don’t even want to be. Gay, writer, witch – even things we think are no big deal, we often hide from the world. We hide from ourselves. We trivialize pieces of our identity, trying to be normal or small or unremarkable, because we’ve learned that that’s the way to be.” Being a writer is like being a lesbian

“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it.” ~ Brene Brown

Owning up to and coming out about ourselves is simple, but hardly ever easy. These past few months have been a time of major reflection for me. A time to really taste, mull and chew on truths within and without me. To try and feel like me. Someone whom I’ve never truly felt like. Someone whom I’ve never actually been allowed to feel like. Life is too short to keep running from yourself.

Each of us has a story. Actually, most of us have many stories – some of them true and some of them just that, stories. Owning those stories can be really painful for ourselves and those around us, but it’s the honest thing to do.

So, for those of you who don’t know:

I’m a lesbian.
A married lesbian.
A happily-married-to-a-straight-male-lesbian.
We have-an-awesome-son-and-hopefully-equally-awesome-future-children-together lesbian.
My family-doesn’t-know-unless-they’re-reading-this-blog-post-now-(hi there!) lesbian.

That’s one of my stories. What’s one of yours?

Dido – Honestly OK

Side Note: Yes, I do realize that this makes two posts in one day! That’s fucking amazing! I was going to cheat and not publish this one until tomorrow, but that wouldn’t be very fun.

 

Ebb & Flow

Lately, there has been quite a bit of chaos (extra chaos) in our home. It’s the kind of chaos that I welcome. There have been people. A steady stream of people in & out of our home. I’ve mentioned several times in past posts that I am NOT a people person. While I might be generous with my things, food & love, I’d rather just spend my energy on my family most days. I have friends that I love & love them dearly I do, but my tolerance for being around other people is small and often forced past my comfort level — fake it til you make it, right?

This past Fall, I decided that I was going to make huge strides in being a more social being. I started off slow, but come Winter Solstice, I had a house full of people, children being loud & dirty dishes being found four days later in the oddest places. I want the house full, crazy & never clean, because there’s always people living here, not because I’m just a lazy ass who never cleans!

I figured if I could rediscover that flexibility that I used to have before I became a parent, I might learn something, find something, over come something & get myself back on the path I had fallen off of. Since the beginning of the year, I don’t think we’ve gone more than three days without there being someone at our house & often unexpected (the BEST kind of visitors). I’ve enjoyed this immensely. The more days we have with people in our house, the more I crave for people to show up & eat. AND eat they all do…man, I miss feeding hoards of people — I love it, I crave it.

This constant flow of  people in our home has caused me to relax more, get over or confront some of my most insane OCDs. Yeah, I’ll admit, in large, it’s been about me…it’s been therapy for me. I’m eternally grateful for the awesome people who are in my life & who have been making all this possible. I’m also forever indebted to my Dear Other Half, who thankfully is the patient, tolerant, flexible person who loves me, inspires me, puts up with me, goes to work for me, makes every day magic real for me & most importantly (as far as this post is concerned) encourages the chaos from the constant flow of people coming in & out of our home — he’s the best.

This year just seems like it’s going to be busy: awesome new neighbors (hi there Gyres), births to attend, gardens to tend to, meals to be cooked, mouths to feed, parties to play at & more chaos to be created. This year is going to be magical (in every sense) and for once, I’m NOT dreading it. I’m not being pulled along kicking & screaming.

Strangely, I am welcoming it all with my arms flung wide open like a little kid about to run in for the hug.

Peace & Love
Michele

 

I Am…

...shameless pictures of myself

...shameless pictures of myself

...always hopeful

...always hopeful

...not afraid

...not afraid

 
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