I am sitting here wanting to cry. I am touched. In a random country trying to buy something from a vending machine. I have the currency but not in a form the machine would accept. Some random guy asks me what I want, buys it for me, Continue reading “Sixty Six: People who give”
I usually live completely in my own head. It’s as though I live on a parallel universe to the world. Mixing metaphors here, but, it’s like the universe is travelling on one train track and I am on my own train on the track next to it. I see what happens in the other train through the windows but I am on my own train. Continue reading “Sixty Five: Being present”
I can hear people’s thoughts to this one. What? Scars? A reason to live? Yeah. They are. I’ve scars. Because of the way I dress most of them aren’t visible. When I go to the beach there are some that I wouldn’t be covering up (well, when I go to the beach in the summer). They’re a part of me. Whether I like it or not. I can choose to give it meaning. Either positive, or negative.
This post is for T – thank you.
It’s been 3 months since I started this blog. Actually, it was 3 months yesterday to be exact. When I started it I don’t know what I expected. I don’t think I really thought I’d be here still. Continue reading “Update: 3 months since I’ve started this blog”
I can’t sleep. I woke up after a couple of hours of sleep. Been lying in bed for a while listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the window panes. I can almost hear the puddles that are forming from the excess water that hasn’t yet anywhere to drain away to.
I was skyping AH and completely freaked out. I told him I did. Put down and immediately wrapped up and went for a walk. I don’t recall ever instinctively doing the right thing in such a situation. Doing what was best for me to do.
Anything is possible. I have to believe that. Else I may as well throw in the towel before getting hurt even more. I was writing.
I realised not so long ago (maybe an hour or so) that I haven’t been using anything to escape in the past week or so (actually, longer than that, but since I can work it out). Yes I have been doing things.
I’ve been walking along the streets loving the colour that autumn brings.
You wanted to write this, to see if it’ll help. Except that sitting here, pen in hand, you wonder how writing to yourself can help. Especially when you’re writing in 3rd person. So don’t. Hi Eliza. This is yourself speaking. Weird. Scrap that. I don’t know what I want to hear, so don’t know what to write. I don’t know what will help. I don’t know how to calm myself down.
I want to use at the moment. Triggered majorly by being under the weather, by the physical symptoms of being under the weather mirroring the physical effect that using as much as I was had on me. I know that using would send me spiraling and probably bring me back to being actively suicidal. At the moment I’m okay with being here. Yeah there are times when I think about suicide, Continue reading “Fifty Eight: Being there for others”
There is a book ‘Feel the fear and do it anyway’ by Susan Jeffers. I love the title of the book. It’s a motto I hold, although I don’t act on it anywhere near often enough. The first time I did something solely because I was afraid was when I was invited to join a group of girls going away for a weekend. I knew that they were acquaintances and not friends. I knew that they were friends with each other. I knew that someone I feel responsible for would be there, and that whatever I did would be wrong. I chose to go knowing it all. Precisely because I was afraid.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing this here. Was writing to myself now as have been freaking for hours and had to find a way to calm down. I should really get back to writing to myself more. It helps.