Thoughts about my daddy issues
If this is hanging my “dirty ” laundry’ out then I will say that this a fresh lot of laundry, just out the machine. It smells of. Jasmine & posies. It’s clean.
And me? I’m only a rag n bone hope sapien like the rest of us. I do what I do to get by. Enjoy your day & if it isn’t Father’s day in South Africa (it is here in your Yorkshire).
I can still see the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh & I can hear your laugh in my inner ear (or mind).
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
I wish I could give you a hug cos I know how close you were to your Dad. And the loss is hard. You have support ( and I will be thinking of you). I still remember how you broke down great Grandad fell ill when I was 12 or summit. I hugged you. And you let me hug you. It made me cry. These are my words.
Will dance for Life.
“To become a spectator of one’s own life is too escape the suffering of life” OSCAR WILDE
WILL DANCE FOR LIFE
“To become a spectator of one’s own life is to escape the suffering of life” OSCAR WILDE
Last night, I came across this quote and I began to ponder on it. I went to bed with it in my head. It is obvious to me that I have been a spectator when I was taking drugs or drinking too much. Yet, I was still suffering.
I think the way I dealt with social services when I was proving myself as a worthy mother was a time when I should have suffered the most.
I didn’t cry every night. Hardly ever.
I didn’t go drinking and getting high and over-dosing every night or even every 6 months.
I began to watch my life unfold.
I was actively participating in it but for a while my mind needed breaks- binge watching horror movies, stand up comedy and other series .Learning to eat properly again and not party.Take my medication even though it makes me put on weight. I couldn’t be a Brecht- like spectator 24/07
I learned to live an almost hermetic existence. I DID become closer to my Mom and my hubby and I found out a lot about who I really am.
I couldn’t throw myself in the whole emotional vortex that was my life 24/7 because I think I would still be in it.
I had to take it day by day.
Moment by moment.
I had to become an active spectator because I had a choice to make. We always have a choice to make.
Of course on some level I must have suffered not being able to see my daughter for more than 10 hours a week for 16 months.
But the more I stopped looking at social services’ presence in my life as an invasion. I began to observe them as they did with me and the relationship dynamics began to change.
It’s a most surreal idea to say I never suffered when I was fighting for my daughter.
When the control of how I governed my life needed a full 360 degree turn. The control became about governing myself.
I did have moments where like a spectator I cringed and was brought to tears and “oohed” and “aahed” .
It was like listening to a song that disarms you for however many moments.
All songs end eventually.
Then, I was free to spectate again.
Sometimes not knowing what to do and just doing what I felt was right is what I think saved me.
I called social services – MY UNWANTED ENTOURAGE.
It was our very public joke .
Because let’s face it -if I am ever going to need an entourage -I am going to pick a P.A., a hairdresser, makeup artist, editor, childminder,accountant etc…
But on the other side of the coin if you remain a mere spectator in your own life –
yeah sure you won’t suffer,but
you might just forget to feel.
If I can’t feel then what is the point of getting married?
If I can’t participate in life because I am scared I am going to be let down then that is just a cop out.
When I risk the chance of suffering or potentially being let down or hurt…
If I participate, I have half a good chance to make things right.
I get to fight for who and what I want in my life.
So we must suffer but the rewards, on the upside ,are the people we have around us and the experiences we get to feel that makes suffering worthwhile.
There is a saying – it goes something like this:
“How can we be so sure to ever know and appreciate true happiness if we have never experienced disappointment and unhappiness?”
I have learnt to take more risks with my heart and I have become a more open and aware person.
Yes, when we love others – friends,family – our partners…
There are going to be rough times.
Just be there.
You don’t have to give advice.
Just listen and check in every now and then.
If you want someone in your life.
Ask that person to be there.
They can only say Yes or No.
More to gain than lose if your heart’s intentions are good.
I’m convinced it is true love or close to the definition as one can come to.
You feed me physically, rehydrate me when I forget.
You feed my mind on subjects I’m passionate about sans regret.
You feed my psychological stance when it needs a new perspective
Laugh if in doubt
You never belittle me, you will tell me where you think I’m going wrong.
You believe in me, our connection, I know that money is a means to an end for the two of us.
You have a gift convincing me that I am beautiful even when I’m starting to show wear & tear.
You’ve convinced me to allow myself the risk of getting my heart broken again.
Cupid must be smiling today. He has scored.
And to add to this you
are my best friend.
( Simple words from a complex woman)
Today I woke up from a pre empted nightmare-the impending doom & gloom of the end of half term and the start of the school run. Early mornings, pushing myself to get out,exit the house!
Bee is in the bath.
Ma, I need you for xyz
My thoughts of what to put down temporarily suspended. Going out. I love being out and active. I love to not have to worrry that I’m not doing enough, to keep the scales from dictating my mood, my day. I’ve come to realize I’m a lazy anorexic thinker. Ha! Fancy that.
There, I’ve admitted it. Perhaps, by making an effort to write down my general every day thoughts, feelings and emotions again, it will incite an inner part of me to be aware of my surroundings again. Pull off a decorum of intelligent self expression. Put that intelligence into a wider context in my conversations and interactions with humans.
Help improve my memory. Pull off a Brian Eno -esque diary. Try and live a more fulfilling life. I’m morose (sad) because Gee and Bee are going to be out most of the day living a productive life again. I want to do more too.
I’m sad that I have made Gee sad ( scratch that) ANGRY at me! At me- for not severing all contact with him. I’m disappointed in myself for disrespecting Gee and myself. Bee will never know. I’m disappointed in myself for disrespecting Gee, myself too. I suspect drinking too much doesn’t help with my impulsive and risk taking behaviour.
The Ego seeks out more attention. I’m lonely. I want more from friendship. I want my life and sense of worth to have more meaning outside of my family.
Today the weather is in a glorious mood. Rays beaming . The sun has a warm smile for all. A complete contrast to my own demeanour. I’m standing under that thunderous cloud waiting for the lightening to strike down more familar thunderbolts to keep me from blooming again.
I’m happy. I’m happy because I have been putting ink down again. Snippets of poetry, fragments of words that make me feel a validated member of society. I need kinship in my interests. The only person I’ve spent time with talking about our mutual interests, in my physical ( not online) world is him. He isn’t afraid to give honest feedback. Honest -sometimes constructive critique.
How sad am I? Sad enough to feel offended that the other him-that parasite who only takes money from me and happiness from my family ‘dissed’ me when I thought I wanted a distraction from my mind. Something that the reckless part of me craves. Ignored me and my ego has been hurt! That is the tragedy. ( shrugs), I know Bee is going to call me to bath her and on cue- oh hang on- she *actually* asked me to get her an empty bottle to play with. A stray from from the usual routine I’m too familiar with, I actively endorse like .. like… (I have no idea)…family life is a business that cannot be traded as a commodity no matter what price?
The YOU phallacy
Jotting my thoughts. I’m prompted to make a complaint.
Little four-eyes when you were half your current size -why did you doubt yourself so?
Looking back to a densely plotted past – hazy.
What would you have done knowing all people doubt themselves even if it means you becoming the foe?
‘Have no regrets’ – the tagline of the present.
When you are looking at granny in a catatonic state, unable to walk or talk.
Fragmented images of people now gone by, tell me you won’t wonder how life would have played out by not taking assertive bets.
See the sizeable queue
What can we do to answer people’s feuds?
Create a passage for people to commit to taking responsibility for themselves,
sign that in ink and wrangle with their moods.
The list unfolds until it reaches the flaws of flooring.
Finger-pointing in every direction.
prepare to look within
Glimpse how far you can go before you understand only you can change your state of deploring.
Control comes not from puppeteering others.
Cut loose – let the strings fall.
Let people walk.
Hell, let them figure it out- leave them to crawl!
Worry about how you are going to make it.
What you need to do to advance in the dance – motions to elevate and bypass the savage instinct to maul.
How many complaints is your God of choice dealing with?
Her brassic attempt to fulfil everyone’s wish…
Did it ever occur to you to get off your indignant knees tPpppp] ppl check out the employment vacancies for extras needed to help your God succeed in appetizing your particular dish?
A girl’s introspection reflection
She lived a life of colour.
She lived a life of dull.
Throughout her life, she learned
That her desire for instant thrills
Having seen her become a woman who is miraculously
Not a corpse waiting for her family to visit her grave mourning what life dispensed.
If her spirit inspired her desire to live as a dissident against the traditionalist life of her own free will.
10 days she was in a coma.
Today, she is alive and her perspective has changed on time,
on her ability to process the strength
She needs to draw upon less selfishness
to make life joyful for the ones who taught her that it’s okay to forget,
It’s okay to lose her way,
It’s all okay,
She decides to instil what her children will impart
whether they take her advice seriously… Or on a whim.
She’s dying not wanton for living in nebulant world
caught up in a shimmer
She is my cognitive dissonance a prisoner or
the one who keeps me safe form all harm
She takes me to a blissful cave hung with roses
sunshine smiles challenge my retreat
If her love snuffs out
Flames of regret will burn until cinders remain
didn’t show her the true love she deserved when she was even ill
Ignorant to what is in plain sight
Words tempted to expel her ignatius existence.