It has been roughly 5 months since my last post. You see, as honest as I like to think I am, there were things I was dealing with that I wasn't comfortable writing about. And now, since the start of my journey to personal growth, I am finally ready to write about it. I'm not going to go into great detail as I am a fairly private person, but I've missed Blogspot big time and it's time I give my one reader some news on me.
Tonight, I write from my table that sits in my dining area...in my two bedroom apartment. That's right, I've moved out, on my own. This was not by choice as I lost my home to foreclosure and am now filing for divorce. Now don't look that the screen like that. No condolences here. This is a very good thing. Before I delve any deeper I want to get one thing straight. While I do blame the ex for certain events, he is by no means the villain in this story as I have allowed things to go on for far too long. Part of my personal growth is accepting my own personal responsibility for my own life.
Now there's a thought..."my own life"...this means it belongs to no one else and I am therefore the only responsible party. See where I'm going with this? I realized that my lack of happiness had everything to do with me and nothing to do with anyone else. Sure, many things had to change, including whom I chose to share my life (or lack thereof) with. I cannot change certain parts of my life and I'm finally coming to terms with that. I cannot change the darker parts of my childhood, I cannot change the loss of my brother, I cannot change the age that I married or the fact that I married at all, I cannot change autism in my life, but, and this (like mine) is a great but...but, I can change how I handle all of it, I can let go of old grudges, I can better manage my life with autism as opposed to just dealing with it. I can change me. And that's exactly what I've been doing over the last few months, long before I started and subsequently stopped writing here.
I have been taking care of myself since I was about 16 years old. I won't go into details, but as of 16 I worked my tush off to feed and clothe myself, to maintain and insure my vehicle, and to save. Survival became my only goal. What happened from then to not too long ago was this, I realized I spent so much time surviving my life that I forgot to live it. I forgot to smile at other things besides my children. My children have been the only happiness in my life, the only emotions I expressed were inspired by them or given to them. But I held none for myself in my own life. I had been unhappy for so long that I forgot what happiness feels like. I'm still below happiness, however I'm finally on the right track toward it. I'm not sure what it looks like but for the first time in a very long time, I've got my eyes peeled. I had spent so much time being perfect that I became a robot. Again, the only sincere smiles and pure love I've felt were for the little monsters I gave life to. It took me a while to accept that I have every right to seek out happiness as a person and a woman instead of only in the one area of my life that I got right which would be as a mother.
Moving out was the scariest thing I'd ever done. I can manage little lives that depend on me, I can manage a household on unemployment (well, not the mortgage, but everything else was paid), I could deal with a difficult spouse, I could handle every single curve ball the universe has thrown at me from death and taxes to preteens and autism, but I could not deal with just me. I don't know why exactly, but for some reason I allowed myself to disappear. Not existing meant not feeling and not feeling meant little to no pain. I was numb.
Then, something happened. Have you ever had an appendage fall asleep? Or have you gotten hurt very badly, like a broken bone? Said appendage becomes numb right? After it's numb for a long time, the numbness takes on a weird pain, a new pain you weren't expecting. Either the pins and needles that follows only numbness or an ache that again only follows numbness. That's what happened to me! I was numb for so long that I started to feel pain. But it was something I never knew before, I couldn't name it then, but now I know exactly what that numbing pain was. It was despair. I was burning out. Burn out is usually used to describe a work related stress. Burn out is usually one level below suicidal or even homicidal. Well, I wasn't going to kill myself or anyone else, so I decided I had to change. And foreclosure was the catalyst that got me moving in the right direction.
I'm not going to go into the details of the foreclosure or moving either, but I will say this, it was the hardest thing I had to go through in 16 years. I said no pity, so stop, I don't do pity. That pain was exactly what I needed, that fear of breaking out on my own was what I had to face. And face it I did! I was kicking ass and taking names! I was terrified in the most wonderful way. I was in pain, yes, but I was no longer burning out and I was no longer numb. Okay, enough on that, let's fast forward shall we?
I've been living in my apartment with my little monsters for a couple of months now. The feuding has stopped with the ex a long time ago as he mentally checked out at least two years ago if not longer, I didn't really pay attention as I was too busy being busy. He has finally accepted it's over and has started moving on with his life. And that's exactly what I've been doing as well. I'm still not fully settled in my place yet. You know I'm a procrastinator. It's hard to get motivated when I'm finally breathing.
I have always prided myself as a good mother, oh but now...now I'm a happier mother and therefore have happier children. I've started drawing again which is a huge deal for me. I stopped shortly after my brother died as it was sort of our thing. We'd sit together and draw for hours. My talent is very underdeveloped and stunted and that's fine by me. I'm so happy to be drawing again that when I'm not inspired, I'll draw those naughty stick figures I've mentioned before. I have also been writing more. Obviously not here >.<
After all these years I'm finally writing poetry again. Oh how I've missed my rhymes.
Another major change is my health. See, I have an autoimmune disorder that causes my joints to swell and ache. For the last few months I've not taken any medicine and have not had any flare ups. Stress was killing me. My body was manifesting what I was not dealing with emotionally. This has all changed for the better. Some people don't understand what a wonderful thing it is for me to be able to wear shoes. I was confined to sneakers for years because my joints couldn't handle heeled shoes. Not anymore! I've been sporting some killer boots lately! Diamonds are a girl's best friend? Ha! I don't think so! It's shoes. And I am finally able to wear mine again.
As for my social life...well, I didn't really have one. And now? Oh, now, I have to make sure I don't double book ;p It feels SO good to get out and allow myself to shine with people I care about. Whether it's loafing around the apartment with my girlfriends or taking the kids to the pool with family, I'm finally coming out of my shell.
I'll admit it's still scary. I am scared all the time. I still come off as unapproachable as these things take time. But I'm definitely facing the fears that stir in me daily. I've always kept myself locked away, the real me I mean. I hide myself a lot. Mostly because I know I'm a bit odd and I say the most random sh*t. But also because I push people away and figure I'll save myself the trouble and just not allow anyone in. This is one of those things I was talking about changing. I don't want to be this way anymore. I don't want to push people away (especially the ones I want here for me) and hope they push back harder. I want to be able to let people into my little world and venture out into the real one. It's not enough to want to do these things. I'm actually doing them. And it's exhilarating!
So, here I am, sitting at my table, listening to Vivaldi, my minions asleep, having my stogie and being me. I've missed me. I've missed feeling. I've missed so much. I refuse to miss any more of my own life.