The Mirror

Sometimes we need a mirror to really see what we have transformed into, to see how far we have come over a matter of days, weeks, months or even years.

Yesterday a cashier i often see complimented me on how much weight i have lost and how well she feels i am doing on my weight loss journey.
The truth is though that as much as i have been thinking about trying to lose weight, i haven’t actually been actively trying lately. I have noticed that my belt is now easily doing up one hole smaller than usual so i guess that’s a good sign to show my body is changing shape, but the scales can’t be trusted as i have actually put on a bit of weight since i last weighed myself.

The jeans i am wearing today used to be a snug fit, they are now slightly baggy. Some of my tops are now looser than they used to be too.

Until yesterday though i hadn’t noticed anything myself. I hadn’t noticed the size of my waist shrinking, or how my jeans seemed to be getting looser.

It took someone else to point it out to me and i had to trust that they were telling the truth. I thought about what they had said for quite a while and realised that yes, they were correct- i must be losing some weight or something as my clothes are not fitting differently.

It is easy to constantly look at yourself in a way that would have you keep thinking bad thoughts about yourself. It is easy to believe that you are still very much overweight and are hopeless and unable to do many of the things that you wish you could. It is so easy to do as it is probably something you’ve been telling yourself- or worse still, what others have been telling you up until now.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when you have to shed those bad thoughts and step into a mindset of only absorbing goodness, of only taking in positive thoughts, positive words and positive people into your life.

The sooner you get rid of all things toxic from your life, the sooner you will give yourself the chance to change for the better.

Imagine you are looking into a mirror and seeing the true you, the new, healthier you. It can happen, it’s not just a fairy tale.
You just have to believe in yourself and those you have your best interests at heart.

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The Bucket List

I am sure just about everyone has heard of the term “Bucket List”- that list you write sometime in your life that you hope to tick all the items off before you die…

Over the years and during various stages of my life, i have half-heartedly written bucket lists. Most of the things i have written have been far fetched or beyond my wildest dreams.

Over the past few days though i have been seriously thinking about what i want to do before i die.
I don’t know if these cysts are cancerous or not.
Either way though- i think it is time i should make some type of realistic list of things i want to do… alone… with my friends… my children… my husband… my family.

I was talking to my hubby today about what i might include in the list. Some things will be easy to get done, other things however will need more time and money to help them become a reality; a few things i’m not sure are even possible- they seem too far fetched.

I just don’t want my life to end not having lived it as fully as i hoped it could have turned out.

The Waiting Game.

It may only be a couple of days since i last had a check up, but my next appointment isn’t for another 6 weeks.
I should be happy that they have not needed me to come back ASAP as that would most likely mean something was REALLY wrong. I should be thankful that my issue isn’t that urgent BUT i am so scared.
Over the past week, i have felt like my health has deteriorated fast. Walking to the little one’s school was never too bad, i’d occasionally get a bit out of breath but nothing that i couldn’t recover from in a minute or so. Today i did the same walk and was so out of breath, light headed and felt somewhat shaky at times. I never get THAT out of breath.

Feeling like i did today has made me a bit more worried about the extent of my health at the moment. I have this gut feeling that although i am trying to go into this thinking it could possibly be a “worst case scenario” but will most likely be an “easy fix”; it may in fact be something more serious. I seem to be getting new sore spots around my body that just don’t make sense. They feel like i’ve walked into the corner of a table of something, but i know i have not done any such thing.

I just hope what i am feeling is nothing sinister.

When psychological becomes physical.

For years now, i have almost constantly had issues with my emotional and psychological health… at times i would end up with physical pains and illnesses too, but i didn’t always allow myself to believe that the two can be one and the same, that my mental health can affect my physical health.

Over the past year or so i have tried to educate myself, tried to make myself realise that when i am mentally stressed or ill, that some of my physical ailments may be directly connected too.

Last night though- a pain in my right side/groin reminded me of that.
This morning i woke up and it was worse than last night. I know that it is NOT my appendix as i had that removed 10 years ago.

I am hoping it is nothing bad… just a side effect of being stressed more than usual lately.

Losing sight of who i am.

Over the past few weeks i have realised that i am once again, losing sight of who i am.
It was really only last night that i realised this though.

I am not happy in my current job so thought i would look for a job i feel i am more suited to. I was able to find something i would like to do, but then when i thought about it more, i realised i am not able to apply for it.

I have a child who is doing really well in her chosen sport. So much so that she was chosen for the state training squad this year. I am very proud of her, but it made me pause before clicking on the “apply now” button on the job vacancy last night.

Even if i was to secure the job, i doubt i’d be able to take it. I don’t think the new employer would be happy if i was to tell them i had to leave 2-3 hours early each day and then on top of that, i wasn’t able to work weekends at all due to my husband and children’s sporting commitments (AKA: me needing to drive the children to their games throughout the entire day).

It made me wonder what i have become.
I have a job (which i should be thankful for as it was offered to me- i didn’t need to go job hunting), but some of the staff at my workplace take me for granted and we are forced to sacrifice half our lunch break at times so we can get back to work before our lunch break is officially finished.
I feel that i am on Earth now to just drive my children around where ever they need to be, to be able to drop what i am doing and do what my children tell me to.

A while ago i put in a submission to be a beta tester for a new mental health art kit. The artist told me she really wanted me to be a part of it and was looking forward to seeing and hearing about what i thought of the kit. I feel as though i was forgotten about and she has since started selling the kits (which means the beta testing must have already taken place). I am still quite hurt to think that she didn’t even contact me to say sorry, but we had an overwhelming response and you unfortunately didn’t make the final cut. I would have been happy with that, but i got nothing. I am more than patient so a small part of me is still hoping that a kit will arrive for my testing and opinion. Each day that passes though, makes me feel that i wasn’t good enough even though she personally told me she was looking forward to me testing it out for her.

I have been knitting a fair bit lately, i have made items for my family, gifts for friends as well as making some items to sell. I even made a page on a social media site and although i have managed to get a number of friends and random people like my page, no one has yet shown any interest in buying any of my items. I only made the page as i had a lot of people tell me how wonderful my handmade items were and how they would love to see them for sale. Now that the items ARE for sale, no one is showing any interest at all.
I won’t give up hope though, I plan to make more items and list those for sale as well. I can’t help but wonder if the way i photographed the items was what put prospective buyers off buying my goods? Maybe i just need to shoot the items differently?

I am sure i have a calling and that my skills will be useful somewhere; i just haven’t figured out what my calling is as yet.
I would love to work for myself as it would be easiest for me with the Doctor and specialist appointments i have had crop up in recent weeks and which will continue into the foreseeable future.
My current work is only casual so i tell my boss well in advance when i am unavailable, but she has recently started to get snappy when people tell her they are unavailable to work.

I feel as though i am disappearing, as though i am fading into nothingness. People will soon forget about me and not want to know me, even if i am standing in front of them.

I don’t want to be in the spotlight but i don’t want to be brushed aside and left for dead either.
That’s what i feel is currently happening to me.

Solo. Alone. One. Singular.

I feel so alone at the moment.

I just want to feel loved.

I just want to feel wanted.

I just want a hug.

 

I don’t want to feel alone.
I want to be loved.
I want to be wanted.
I want to feel as though i fit in.

One is really such a lonely number. It’s almost like zero.
One has zero friends, has zero family, has zero everything. Has nothing.
One is almost as bad as being a nothing or a nobody… sometimes it feels worse.

Daily Prompt: Taper

I hoped and prayed that the vicious nature of her once beautiful soul would taper off and reveal the person she once was.

I hold a glimmer of hope that there is still a flickering light of love somewhere in the depths of her soul.
A glimmer of hope that she will one day realise that her current ways are detrimental to not only her own health and well being but to others too.

It scares me to think what she could possibly do if she was to ever go through with her threats. That is what scares me the most.

My once courageous feelings of knowing that i WAS capable of almost anything have, over the years, tapered right off as her behaviour worsened.
I know parenting is a never-ending series of lessons about life, but this is getting a bit much at times.

I hope that one day, all this negative energy and outrage will taper off so much so that is is a far off memory that we can all put behind us.

 

via Daily Prompt: Taper

What a day!

It’s been a day i’d rather forget. A day i would rather just wipe out of my life. Just fall asleep and start fresh tomorrow… or relive today in a totally different way.

My eldest child (a moody teen) let all her frustrations out on me today… only verbally, but i think those words she hurled at me caused more pain than if she had’ve done anything else instead.

She got me to the point where i was having suicidal thoughts. The words hurt that bad.
It was like my own teenage years had returned, the days of when i was constantly being bullied, taunted, tormented, teased, put down…..
Except this time, my biggest bully was my own daughter.
My own flesh and blood.

I wish i knew what i had done wrong to cause her to lash out like she did… it’s not the first time though, she often treats me like this. She says i don’t deserve any respect from her. I know i DO deserve respect, but a small part of me believes her as i know i haven’t been the best Mum, especially in the first couple of years of her life. I could have done more back then, but i was young, naive, and still learning how to be a parent myself.

I have spent a lot of the day not really able to complete anything that i wanted to. Nor have i really been able to continue on with the things i wanted to get done. I have simply hidden in the bedroom all day. It’s usually where i feel safe, but not today. Even when my younger three came in to spend time with me, i still didn’t feel safe.
My eldest came to the bedroom a few times (she was cleaning her bedroom today which was a miracle in itself so i didn’t want to say anything bad to her) just to curse at me, just to tell me what a horrid person i was, to tell me how worthless i was.

For someone who has such a low self esteem, it doesn’t take much for me to withdraw and feel so much less wanted than the most worthless thing you could ever imagine.

I have started doing crafts to try and find some enjoyment in life again, i am enjoying it when i put my mind to it and it seems others like what i do too as i have orders to make items for other people and they want to pay me for it. That has to be a HUGE compliment when someone likes what you do enough to want to pay you to make things for them too.

But then, like today, shit hits the fan and it feels like my whole world is collapsing around me, it feels like i am being sucked into a deep dark chasm, unable to get out, unable to breathe, unable to fight back. When life just gets too complicated, too hard.

It would just be easier to simply give up. Let the bullies win. I am sure that would then allow everything to return to some type of normality- if i wasn’t around to cause all this trouble and commotion.

I am incredibly sad… yet i have no tears left to cry. I’m all cried out, but oh so empty within.

I need to find myself. I need to find… to realise that i do still belong. That i belong somewhere. That i do have a place on this earth, that i am still wanted and needed.

I just don’t know how to find that out.

Nobody can hear my cries for help.

Twists and Turns

This evening i received a phone call from my Mum.

She was quite flustered, she asked me where her paperwork for her pre-paid funeral was.
I honestly do not have a clue as she went to do that with her Mum and brother some time last year.
All i could suggest was that she look in my late grandparent’s bedroom in the chest of drawers or cupboard as that is where i was told most of the important paperwork was kept. The only other things i can think of would be that she put it in a safe place in her bedroom or that her brother picked up her paperwork when he gathered his Mum’s paperwork to organise the funeral last year.

There was also a bit of general small talk between us, but on a number of occasions she kept saying how she has changed so much over the past 9 months and that i don’t know the real her and probably will never know the real her now.
Somehow, we ended up speaking for about 20minutes. If i had’ve known the phone call would have left me feeling so deflated and my anxiety levels rising at an ever increasing rate, i would have said i was unable to help and made the call as brief as possible, but i guess there was that little girl inside of me who was hoping to have a nice civil chat with her Mum which is why i stayed on the phone, mostly listening to everything she had to say to me (and in many cases, about me).

I am trying to get over the threats and other negative comments and gossip that her side of the family have been spreading about me over the past 10 months or so. I am trying to get on with my life, but it feels like when i am just about on top of everything and moving forwards with my life, something happens and she appears again and relays information or gossip that i really didn’t need to hear.
It is such a kick in the guts. It makes me feel so bad about myself again.

Just when things start looking bright for me, someone looms over like a dark threatening stormcloud; looking to ruin what would have been an otherwise beautiful day.

I just want to get on with my life. A couple of cruel individuals thought it would be a great joke to spread lies about me, to threaten me and my family, to make me feel unsafe when out in public and to turn all those who i had loved and called my family for all my life against me.
I can’t fathom why they would continue to do such a thing. They have taken so much from me, yet it feels like they seem to think it still isn’t enough.

When will the torment stop?
I can only hope i will continue to fight off the voices in my head and wake up every morning and try my hardest to find someone or something to live for.