When I was little I use to climb up in my dads lap when he was reading something and say “aren’t I prettier than what you’re reading”, hoping he would put it down and pay attention to me(before he passed away). 20 years later I still often feel the urge to do the same thing(slightly less dramatic of course). I find myself watching the man I love pour all of his attention into news, reviews, games, anything really. I watch him staring at a screen thinking if only I could catch his attention the way our depressing world does. What is worse is that it’s not just happening to me, I also have to watch him ignore our children as well. I am gentility of having my phone glued to my hand a lot of the time as well, but I try not to turn my full attention to it or I’ll put it down and focus on them some too. I am in no way free from the addiction to technology that most of us now “suffer” from. It’s simply painful to feel like you have to compete the latest CNN update. I don’t need someone to stop what they’re doing and tell me I’m pretty(although, sure that’s be great too), I just need to feel like I’m connected to someone and not that they are connect to everything in the world except me and our family.
We went somewhere. I found out he was cheating on me. I left and went to my moms house, with the kids. He came there before work. We walked out to the yard to talk. He said thing funny picked me up. We kissed. I felt "him" tough me. We made out while he carried me into the back yard where he laid me down. He pulled our clothes off. He slide himself inside me. He never felt so good before. A couple of thrusts in me pull himself out and walked away. He would say a word to me. He just left. I laid in the grass thinking of all the times he had hurt me in the past.
Have you ever thought “why did I just do that?”. I’m sure you have, many times. But imagine having that feeling for several years. Image how lost you’d feel. Image how hard it would be to make/keep friends or be in a relationship. Image trying to love someone but then forgetting how to love. Image trying to raise your kids a certain way but then forget why you wanted too. This has been me for years now. I look back at different time throughout my adult life and not even know what I was thinking, nor can I remember how I felt. Now I know everyone forgets things and we all make mistakes, but it goes far deeper than that for me. When I was 16 I started my first anti-depressant, I almost immediately felt far worse. I returned to my doctor, she then of course told me it take several weeks for your body to really get use to it. Weeks of feeling like that? No, thank you. I stopped taking the medication(it wasn’t one that can have severe harmful effects when stopping it). I returned to the doctor several weeks later, at which point the doctor practically yelled at me upon finding out that I had stopped the medication. She also refused to try any other medications until I gave that one another chance. She didn’t believe me nor seemed to care that I felt completely unable to function on that medication. I never went back to see her, which meant for over a year I went not medicated. Which was tough but I didn’t really understand my feelings or moods. Somewhere late in my 17th year I once again began a search for a doctor and possibly a new medication. I found a doctor really seemed to care but sadly she wasn’t super knowledgeable with depression medications let alone how to help me. She tried, I ended up on a medication that made me have random thoughts about wanting to die. For example if I was driving I’d start thinking maybe I should just drive straight into a tree or ditch. I would realize that what I was thinking was off, but couldn’t stop the thoughts. So I went back to the doctor and she told me to stop taking the medication immediately, and she thought I needed to see someone who specialized more in that area. I didn’t find anyone at that point, which meant I went about 6 months or so off medication completely. A few months after I turned 18 I was hit with an extreme a lot of anxiety. I had gotten really sick and ended up in the ER. The doctor there ignored me when I tried to explain that my had heart problems and it wasn’t an anxiety attack that has also caused my heart rate to go sky-high. I let him convince me that maybe it was an anxiety attack so I took the medication he prescribed for anxiety. Fast forward maybe 2 or 3 days and I was already beginning to completely lose control of my own thoughts. I was hit with so much anxiety and fear I would ask my mom(I was living back at home at this point) to lay in my bed with me so I could sleep for a bit, because I was too scarred to be in a room alone to sleep. I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t drive. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to shower. I didn’t want to move. Every single minute of every single day I spent completely terrified to even be alive. I finally got into see someone(45 mins away) that seemed far more able to help me. They took my off my current medication at the time and changed them to something totally different. It didn’t take to long to realize they were helping. It took a few weeks for me to get back to myself(whoever that is). But over the next couple of months I felt better than I had in years. About 5 months later I found out I was pregnant and the medication I was on was extreme dangerous to a fetus. Therefore I had to stop talking it at once. I felt okay for several months, but towards the end of my pregnancy I started getting really fearful again and didn’t want to be around anyone. After the birth of my first daughter postpartum depression hit me like a fright train. I had no idea what was happening. I didn’t understand my emotions at all. I was 19, I didn’t know how to seek help or how to explain how I was feeling. When my doctor was 4 or 5 months old I went back to the doctor and get back on the medication I had been on before I got pregnant. I started feeling human again and was able to start enjoying life again. I did mostly okay for the next 2 years or so. Then I lost my insurance which meant I couldn’t afford to go to the doctor for more refills or pay for the medication. I had also gotten married shortly after this. I honestly can’t tell you much about myself during that time, I remember what was going on but not really anything about me specifically. I had spent two years on that medication and suddenly I no longer had it. I wasn’t sure how to process what I was thinking or feeling. In many ways I felt just as I did after I had my daughter. I knew I wasn’t in the right head space but I couldn’t pull myself away from the ledge I was on. I spent about 2 months total off medication. It took me awhile to find my grounding again, but slowly I thought I was feelings better. The end of summer in 2014 I was starting to realize I didn’t really recognize myself anymore, but I wasn’t sure how to fix it. I think I was more in denial of how different I was acting. I knew it wasn’t me, but at the same time I didn’t. I spent the next 2 years getting further and further away from the me I once was. I would do or say things and for a moment I would realize how strange I was acting, but it was only for a moment and I’d go right back to what I was doing. How do you not even know yourself? Why did no one listen when I tried to explain my confusion? If I started feeling odd on one medication they’d just give me another medication to take with the one I was on. That’s like throwing trash on top of trash and hoping it turns into a unicorn. No doctor I ever went to pondered the thought of why nothing ever worked well for me for longer than about 2 seconds. I will say that when I was younger I didn’t always fully go into how I was feeling because I felt like they’d either be shocked or they’d think I was lying, if I told them how bad I really felt. But as I’ve gotten older I now try to fully go into detail about what I’m feeling and still no one seemed to take me seriously. I come from a family with history of depression and anxiety, I lost a parent at a young age, I dealt with verbal abuse, I have now gone through postpartum twice. All of these factors have given them what they thought were good enough reasons to dismiss what or how I feel. Honestly I can’t remember a time that I didn’t feel this way. I can actually remember being about six years old(before any of those things had happened) and being so anxious I couldn’t sleep or I didn’t want to leave our house because I worried of all the different things that might happen. But how to you tell someone your anxiety was already that bad at 6 years old? You don’t. Because they will either think you are absolutely insane or you’re full of crap. I had to grow up pretty fast to be able to handle my ever-changing life, so by the time I was actually an adult I was already too tired to deal with adulthood. I would’ve probably made better life choices at 15 than I could/did at 20. I was tired. I am tired. I am tired of fighting for myself. I’m tired of not even knowing who “myself” is. Most of 2017 has been me trying to convince myself I don’t actually want to die. It’s an ugly truth. Try to think about how lonely your life starts to become when that’s all you want to do. Image trying to tell the people you love that you just don’t want to live anymore. It took about 10 years to reach this point. 10 years of trying to find help, only to be given things that got me further away from that. I have always felt misunderstood in a world where everyone feels they have the right to be. I’m not going to lie and say it wouldn’t be easier if some just understood. I have found people here and there that can relate to some of my chaos, but no one who really got it. The thought that gets me through rough times is that I think one day I’m going to find someone(maybe more than one) that is at the end of their rope and I am going to be that piece to the puzzle they have missed . I am going to know how they feel and what they’ve gone through. It would’ve made many things far easier for me if I had just one person who got the depth of my struggles. I don’t want to be the mother I am. I don’t want to be the wife I am. I don’t want to be the friend I am. But I am who God made me to be and I know where is a reason for it.
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My husband and I have been looking for a different church to attend for awhile now to no avail. We live in the Bible belt and yet finding a church to fit us around here is next to impossible. I’ve visited churches in larger cites and thought almost right off the bat “I could fit in here”, but after trying 50 churches here, and not one seem to fit. Why is this? Why are our church still trying to please the dead? They aren’t changing with the times or trying to develop ways to reach the younger generations. I’m mean sure let’s be fair, there are some that are. But they often struggle to completely break free from their “old ways” and/or are lost in a gray area. I grew up Baptist. We awoke every Sunday morning so early I felt as though I was dying, put on a dress that I hated, tights, dress shoes and a fake smile. We went to Sunday school then attended the main service, then it was lunch, perhaps a nap then right back to church for the evening service, then church again on Wednesday nights. It’s not wonder that when I got to the age where I could decide things for myself I fled from this cycle of advents. I didn’t stop going to church or suddenly start claiming I wasn’t a Christian, I just simply realized that this wasn’t what my Christianity was about. I have never felt closer to God then I have when I’m in my comfy clothes, listening to a songs about God with and actual guitarist and drummer playing the music. I can feel is presents, I can hear the words, I can let my worries fall away and focus on Him. I am drug down by time frames and appearances in most churches, pressure to tithe, hatred towards the LGBT community, political views, desire to be liked and impress others. I am easily detracted and find it really hard to focus on my relationship with God when all these other things are going on. Why can’t we just love? How did we get so far away from God? We aren’t leading the lost to Christ. We are pushing people away and comfirming what they think they know about us. I’m not inviting my “lost” friends to church only to bore them or hear that God hates them. I need a church where I can dress as I please, begins at a time I would already be awake, plays music that I have hear before and that can be played by an actual band, where we don’t give communion all the times, where the “alter call” isn’t 25+ minutes long, where my tithing isn’t spent on a “golden calf” or where the word is spoken not altered or spoken from assumptions made from the bible. We need to try harder. We need find the right leaders and help them succeed in building a church that is for the people, ALL of them. Not one that is for show, pouring out lies and hate. I will end with if anyone has any recommendations please by all means share!
Tomorrow my baby turns one. My last baby.
Normally I spend the days leading up to parties stressing, preparing and contacting family and friends for RSVPS. I let the stress ruin my excitement. I don’t let myself enjoy the day. Instead I let things steal my joy. Family drama is usually at the top of the list. I feel I must be a people pleaser on these days, after all isn’t this party to help celebrate with said family? Well no more! I’ve had enough. I will not let these things steal my joy and take away from this day. I will enjoy of milestone day with my precious girl surrounded by whoever may show. I will have a positive attitude. I will not gossip, speak lies or spread hate. I will not talk politics. I will not give into trouble makers. I will awake with joy in my heart and a can-do spirit. This is a day to celebrate life, and celebrate we shall.
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Here are a few of my must have everyday products that help save me money plus actually work for my sensitive skin.
First of my dandruff shampoo/conditioner. I have tried most of the dandruff shampoo brands(there aren’t that many)and I had yet to find one that worked well, smelled at least okay, and didn’t leave my hair feeling super gross. The sweet lady at Sally’s suggested this the last time I was in there and I’ve been in love ever since!
Secondly perfectly paired with my 2-in-1 is the Renpure leave-in-conditioner. I only use a very small amount which I start by applying mostly to my roots, then I run it through the rest of my hair. Which leaves it soft and moisturized. Plus it leave my crazy naturally insane hair wavy and (normally)presentable without any extra work.
Third is the Vaseline intensive Care Lotion. I use this item after I get out of the shower. I apply it only to the lower half of my legs on a daily basis to keep me from scratching my skin off. But I do apply it to other areas as needed during the winter. This is one of the few lotion I have found that I can use daily without irritating my skin. Plus with it’s aloe its great for those summer burns as well.
Forth is Liquid Coconut oil. I purchase this bottle from Sally’s also, It super inexpensive and isn’t something I a ton of so it’s great that it come in a small bottle! I just pour out a VERY small amount into my hands then work through the driest part of my hair after dying or after lots of heat styling. It helps bring my hair back from the dead guys!
Fifth is the Hard Candy Glamoflauge. I am going against my MK rules here 😉 But omg I love this stuff! I’ve been using it for probably close to two years now. It covers all my redness and adult acne so well. I apply it under my foundation of course and I buy a slightly off shade for my skin tone which somehow makes it blend well.
The Sixth and last is my secrete weapon! The Pixie Cup. I started off using the Diva cup, but I ordered this one as a back up and found that it is softer and gives me a better fit. Now I know many women who find these weird and/or gross. But to me a menstrual cup makes me feel the cleanest I possibly can while on my period. Plus as a mom the ease and convenience of not having to worry about my flow(yes, I said flow lol) all day is nothing less than AMAZING! I say get over your fears, watch some youtube videos and plug er’ on up.