Showing posts with label lessons you never want to have to learn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lessons you never want to have to learn. Show all posts

Friday, July 30, 2021

My Life in Black. Mortality

 Today I took a few moments to do some true self care and time to think.
I choose not to go to the gym. 
I chose not to run...
I chose not to stress...

What I did choose was:
Coffee
Real Housewives of Beverly Hills
and
DIY pedicure and nails
and contemplation.




Mortality
in the next week I seriously will have to deal with life in my face again
I can only think that the spirits that be ,want me to
UNDERSTAND
what Death means....
what Life means....
what Love means....
Death, Suicide, NY, Depression, Divorce, and
Mortality.

In the next week I will be writing as much as my mind and Psyche allows.
I am heading to my home town to sit in wait, 
hopefully with humor, grace and mostly love,
with my childhood bestie as she dies.
I will be as strong as I can for her and we know at this point it is harder for us than her...
She has promised to try to make it til Friday, when I arrive....
 and I believe her, because she has never lied to me before and she is a doer.

I have 2 nights to lay in her bed ( the bed her gramma died in),
bathe her, rub her back, Paint her nails, pull her chin hairs,
have a cocktail if tolerated, and laugh about the entire idiocy of life itself.

In my mind I am so sorry and sad, yet grateful this is quick for her.
I am trying not to think of what this really is quietly doing to me on the inside.
why am I called to these situations over and over 
there must be a reason?
right?



Sunday, April 14, 2019

Lesson I am Learning : Projection is not about me

When the storm clears, and the clouds begin to part, things really become more clear. 
Quite interesting how this almost always seems to be the case. 
Comical, in fact

Strength comes in many forms and through out the years I have forgotten exactly how strong I can be.  
Recently I was tested, reminded, reinforced and a pretty amazing  feat happened. 
I saw myself for who I am, 
and what I have to offer...
and why people are in my life....
boom
Strength shows itself at strange times, and I am going to assume it is mostly at times when it is really required. The other times it just hides itself, feeding on different subjects, learning and waiting to pounce into action for recovery.

Love and kindness, on the other hand, often prances around, tossing out daisies and compliments, not necessarily draining you.... but maybe opening one up to jabs, that little by little can cause misunderstood pain.

I spoke to Miss Jody (therapy hippy) about why this happens.  Why, when one person is generally nice, loving, and kind to most people, they feel the hate the most? Do they have to carry the weight ? And when this happens...How do you continue to care and not necessarily love, but be nice?
question: Why do the few I love the most say such mean things?

Loving, even when hated....I will not waiver from that 
hate me for many things but know I love deeply to those in my life


As a human, I can honestly say, when there are people in my life I care for them.
..ups and downs, 
anger and 
life changes. 
 Once I say this person is a good soul...I protect that. I can watch friends make mistakes and suffer pain and I will 98% empathize, and if they are in the wrong..
"mistakes happen, 
own them, 
learn from them, 
look around and see who stands quietly next to you..."
they are waiting for you to realize and learn

Learning about how many people will project their hurt or failure onto you has been a bit of an eyeopener the last few weeks.
Definitely a subject I knew about, but have not recently been strong enough to realize:
 It is not me...
It is the other. 

When my heart hurt...many came forward to hold my heart in their hands and be strong when I couldn't...when I could not hold the weight of my son, my anger, and was in fear of losing my own heart to pain...
people came to me with the words of wisdom
"I love you, we love you, you are so strong Myssi and we will take care of you so that you can take care of this....You will not break"
In privacy of work quiet areas, run clubs, late night texts and calls...
people came to me and let me cry, so that I could be strong for others....
all of this hidden away from my family. 

As life has it, a few did the opposite.
a few went missing...
a few were not who I thought they could be

Growth periods in life are not instability (mentally, emotionally or physically).... 
they are strengthening...
you bend, you hurt, you question, you don't break
you learn....

Anger is never a primary emotion.
Hurt and failure usually proceed. 
Anger is a pot stirrer....and when projected often returns itself with anger.
and as full circle 
feeling of failure and hurt follow.
I need to remember this when friends project their rejections or failures on me....

it sucks dick.

This is exactly why I no longer hate....
I remove myself....
it's so hard....
but I don't want to think poorly of the people I loved.

I guess the lesson here is 
Forgive and Forget
everyone fights their own battles, some may seem shallow to you but are important to them.
People can dig and look for love all around 
use an app, swipe all different directions, beg for it, put on your best clothes for it, 
But that shit is organic....
it crosses your path and it stays....
it's there....
love
so many different forms and people
I suggest you try to look around and hold onto those people who do love you
you know who they are
so...stop projecting your insecurities and open up
It's pretty amazing


xo,
I'll be right here
waiting...

m



















Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Parenting with no handbook : death part 1



3/23/19
death of the heart

No one ever can tell you how to handle this.
no one.
there is no book,
 lesson, 
priest, 
therapist, 
or Shaman 
who can lead you through this labyrinth of pain.
by far the hardest job I have yet to attempt and let me tell you....
it is not because I want to
I have to
As a Mom I am required to be there
 receiving the call at 7am on a Saturday morning that your son is alive....
but
his girlfriend is deceased will put even the strongest soul to their knees...you cannot run.
Hearing your son screaming in pain and heartache in the background
will make you not stand tall to the job of parenting, but will make you want to exhale every ounce of breath from your body.
Arriving and seeing your child, although alive,
in his underwear outside in 40 degree weather vomiting,
alone, pale, with only a police advocate waiting
will crush your heart into a million pieces.
Holding his head, wiping his mouth, warming him as much as the cold, cold air will allow...
as he weeps, "she was so blue, so cold, mom, mom, I did the CPR....I did everything,...I did..."
I know, baby, I know.
"every bone in her chest broke...."
I know...I'm so sorry, Bubba....
I hate this.

They blocked his view...standing in front of the car so he could not see as the body of his young lover is brought down on a cold hard stretcher in a bag ....
by people who are merely doing their job.

"you are free to get what you need and go"
That's it?


Could it get worse...?
it could have for me...
the guilt of my having my living child bellowing in my lap was only made horrifyingly worse when the other mother called him.
the wailing of pain shot out of the phone ,piercing my heart
his wailing and apologizing
my panic and fear
her pain...
her questions,
her begging for why...why did this happen
grabbing the phone and pleading
I cry....I cry for my guilt...the knowing I was there when she should have been ...
to know I saw her broken, child as they took her out....she saw nothing, no closure , only pain
"we couldn't call we couldn't call...they would not let us call...."
I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry....

He won't sleep in a bed...
he won't be alone...
He wants my hand on him when he sleeps...
but he has barely slept,
he won't eat
"It should have been me"
Baby, it very well could have been you
and now we need you to stay with us...
She would want you to stay with us
"I'm going to try, Mom...I just hurt so bad"

It's been 3 days and I can barely sleep without picturing the horrifying scenario he has told me when we sit quietly.
my stomach turns
"mom, I love you so much....this is so hard, why, why is this happening"
Bubba, it will never be ok....
I refuse to say it will be ok....
you will never forget what you saw and the last encounter
but we have to get through this
with you here.

I am doing my best
this task of parenting, loving, and praying he stays on this earth with his broken soul

please, Blue
because without you...
I will die

m




this post was held in quiet limbo until anointing, viewing, and releasing of her beautiful soul was completed

💙
to Blue and Ashton