Sunday, January 6, 2013

Shut Up

For years I have been promising myself that I will learn to shut up. You see, I have this horrible, pathological need to confess everything. I hold on to things for as long as I can and then they come spilling out in a chaotic rush of emotion and crazy. It's like a verbal manifestation of an ugly cry. Not cute. Or remotely sane.

I've recently realized that I don't want to shut up. Why shouldn't I speak my mind? What am I so afraid of?

Today I finally verbalized something that I've been thinking for years and something else that has been rattling around in my head for a couple of months. And you know what? I feel better. So. No more keeping my feelings inside. No more fear. No more emotional hoarding.

I feel invincible. That's the secret I've been carrying around for years. After all of what happened in Arkansas and all of the shit with my father and all of the hours, days, weeks, months I spent wanting, trying, willing myself to die, I survived. And then my brother died. Right when everything was turning around for him. So, now, there is no way I can die. I've taken just enough psych classes to know that this mentality is a reaction to my grief. But I believe that God, the universe, whatever couldn't be so cruel as to have forced me to live for no reason. He couldn't be so cruel as to take two of my mother's children, two of my sister's siblings.
And now that I've verbalize this, I want to shout it out for the world to hear. I am alive! I feel celebratory about this for the first time ever. Celebratory and... defiant? I'm going to take this life that has been thrust upon me and live it. No more hiding, no more giving in, no more shutting up, no more fear.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

New Beginnings

I spend so much time inside of my head focusing on all of the things that I'm not and all of the things I fear that I will never be... Independent. Strong. Happy.
And why can't I be? Why is it so hard for  me to be happy with myself? Why do I spend so much time seeking validation and reassurances from people who will never give them? Why do I tolerate being treated as second best?
Do I actually think I'm second best? Sometimes. Yes.

How do I move past these issues that I should have gotten over years ago? Why can't I just love myself? Why can't I just be a better person?

So. I'm not one for resolutions, but this year I'm making one. I resolve to focus on me. I need to get well again. I need to figure out how to be stable and healthy and look myself in the eye. I need to stop letting my past dictate my future. So 2013 will be the year of mental health and emotional healing.
I'm going to put my head down and just do work.