Showing posts with label abandonment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abandonment. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2014

Vulnerability - My deepest fear



As usual this week I am combining my Life of a Blogger (by Novel Heartbeat) post with my Friendship Friday (by Create with Joy).  This week's topic is fears. 

Some fears are easy to discuss, and some are harder to discuss. It depends a lot on what your fears are. For instance, I have a fear of making myself vulnerable. So stating my fears actually goes against one of my deepest fears. However, I've been working on this specific fear, so this post will be a good opportunity to test out my new mad skilz at being vulnerable.

The Scream
Artist: Edvard Munch
(who theoretically had bipolar)

One of the things that has been making me feel vulnerable lately is my recent diagnosis of bipolar disorder. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this diagnosis, it used to be called manic-depressive disorder. I'm diagnosed with type 2, which means I've only been "hypomanic" and not "fully manic." Hypomania increased my irritability, irrationality, and impulsivity while (on a happier note) making me feel that I couldn't be wrong, that I had the ability to climb the highest mountains and take on the world. I lost several people I considered friends during that period. And that still makes me feel abandoned and vulnerable. (Though, I have to admit, the online community is SO amazingly supportive, and I'm very thankful for you guys. You're all rockstars!)



With the spirit of fighting my fears, I will admit that the reason my blog has been a bit quiet last week is because I was in the psych ward of the hospital. (My doctor was unfortunately not as handsome as the one above.) I was really angry at my psychiatric NP for putting me there, because I didn't feel that I was in crisis at that time. But now that I'm out, I realize that he was trying to make sure I was stabilized and ready for my new job, which starts on the 2nd of September. He was being forward thinking, and I was very unappreciative. I guess I'll have to thank him later.



I hadn't originally planned on writing about my mental illness on this post - nor had I planned to mention that I'd been hospitalized in my upcoming weekly update. But when I was searching stock photos for a nice illustration of fear, I found the one above. It seemed fitting, somehow. Before I can change (and therefore master my new job), I need to admit to myself that I actually am in crisis. And to admit that, I need to make myself vulnerable. 


The picture I wanted to choose for this post is the one above - with the spooky religious images. I'd already been having a bit of a faith crisis before I was diagnosed with bipolar, but the diagnosis put my faith into a tailspin. What if...I thought...what if all this time that I thought I was being inspired or called by God, all those feelings of "rightness" and euphoria were just figments of a hypomanic mind? That is the most terrifying feeling I've ever experienced. The foundation of my faith was no longer stable. I'd say on the Richter scale this faithquake was about a 6.5. Most of my faith is still there, but I'm walking around all wobbly. There were a lot of things I felt that God had called me to do - writing is among them. I started writing this blog because I felt that God wanted me to write, and a blog would be a good place to practice both writing and marketing. Now I wonder...what do I blog for? If I give up on my faith, do I stop blogging?



Anyway, putting my vulnerability and faith aside, my own diagnosis of mental illness is a fantastic segue to plug my upcoming Suicide and Mental Illness Theme Read. Don't forget to stop by my blog in September and October to see what people are reading and watching for this event. I'll also be having a couple of giveaways. You're welcome to jump in and participate at any point in time...all you need to do is read or watch something that educates you on suicide or mental illness. It can even be something that's an accurate portrayal of mental illness - just tell us why you think it's not. :) I have a list of suggestions for both books and movies.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Facing my demons - 23

My friends.
The one
my strength.
The other
imperfect other
who loves me
in my imperfection.
They have not left me behind
with Procrastination.
Despite my doubt, 
they have dragged me
under the Gate
to Fear.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Facing my demons - 22

My skin tears
breaks
separates from my flesh.
The left side of my face
my palms
gone. 
I know this
though I can't see.
But I am too cold to bleed.
Blood freezes in ruptured capillaries.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Facing my demons - 21

Face
Hands 
Frozen to the ice
cemented by filth
I pull
My skin is weaker
than my stubbornness.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Facing my demons - 20

Momentum
keeps me sliding 
on ice
till I freeze
in place. 
Sewage
Puke
Blood 
frozen.
Cements me to the ground.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Facing my demons - 19

I arrive in the next circle
puking blood and sewage.
GASP!
for breath
but my lungs freeze.
COUGH!
HACK!
GASP!

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Facing my demons - 18

Transition.
He hid in the tundra
crying
cutting
cutting
cutting himself with ice.
My name is Legion 
for we are many.
My name is Legion 
for we are many.
My name is Legion
for we are many.
I believe my Lord!
Help me in my unbelief!
My name is Legion
for we are many.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Facing my demons - 17

I yearn to go on
to face my demons beyond the Gate 
And I am relentlessly pulled
The hand on my ankle
Firm. 
Recklessly dragging me under
The Gate

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Facing my demons - 16

Suddenly,
I feel a hand around my ankle
Before I have time to 
GASP! 
for air
I am pulled under. 
My mouth is filled with blood.
Dear God, let it be blood
not sewage
I cannot taste.
But in my panic
I yearn.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Facing my demons - 15

Alone
Strangled by grief
Abandoned
Lost
Why do I ever trust?
But I do. 
I always do.
And for some reason
I still do.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Facing my demons - 14

Abandoned again
I want to cry.
But I have no eyes.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Facing my demons - 13

I can still feel.
I still hold the hand of my friend
who suffers his own misery.
He cannot tell me how he feels
but I know we are still in this together.
And then he disappears 
into the cesspool.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Facing my demons - 12

I cannot see.
I cannot hear.
I'm drowning in my own blood and bile...
I THINK that's what the viscous fluid in my mouth is
I can't taste it
Please
don't let it be from the cesspool.
I swallow

Friday, July 11, 2014

Facing my demons - 11

With a jolt
the other friend and I grasp hands
and clumsily half-swim to the Gate.
We reach out together
and pain sears through my hand. 
Burning as if the Gate were a red-hot iron.
Shooting neuralgic pain
in every nerve of my being.
Shrieks so deafening
blood leaks from my ears.
Ice picks of darkness piercing my eyes
Bitter, tangy acid assaulting my tongue.
I bite.
I swallow and spit.
I choke on my dismembered tongue.
I release the Gate.
It will not open.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Facing my demons - 10

Almost too late
we see the danger.
We could have been caught
drowned in the cesspool
because we couldn't take the positive step
forward.
But the One friend calls.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Facing my demons - 9

Procrastination
As the cesspool rises to our chins
we panic.
Surely it will be worse further down.
We are paralyzed by indecision
all rational thought escapes.
Incongruously, I think:
Should I apply to that job tomorrow?
the one I think I won't get?
Or do I buy a bottle of vodka
swim out into Lake Superior
as far as I can go?
To be washed out to sea
eaten by fish
escaping yet another rejection
another abandonment
another betrayal?
The final procrastination.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Facing my demons - 8

Procrastination
It has stalked us through life
cementing us in imaginary complaisance.
We cannot do what we want to do:
the economy
selfish bosses
back-stabbing coworkers
bad advice
ill preparation
low chance of success
Excuses.
But they seem so real.
Only excuses.
But what is the real reason?
Those demons lie further down.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Facing my demons - 7

Procrastination.
We would rather stand knee-deep 
in sludge
frigid
Colder than is physically possible. 
I should be numb
but I can feel disturbingly warm currents as well. 
The levels rise.
The reek intensifies.
And yet we bicker.
Tears
Wall punching
Gut wrenching sobs
Cruel words that neither of us mean
Emotional destruction
is what we choose
rather than facing our demons inside.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Facing my demons - 6

Procrastination.
This is the first demon two of us face.
Only the One friend
urges entry through the gate.
The other and I bicker
Bring up old angers that should have been buried
long ago.
So long ago.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Facing my demons - 5

I don't know how long I stand there
transfixed by the horrific gate
seconds?
days?
Suddenly I am aware
two friends have followed me.
They have not deserted me, as I had thought.
One - I am relieved to see
for he can face my demons with me
keeping me strong. 
But the other?
Why have you come here?
It is dangerous!
He looks at me
his eyes a chaotic mixture
friendship
love
vulnerability
fear.
He, too, has demons to face.
We will face them together.
The three of us.
A team.