Wow…I’m a whiny bitch. Truly. I actually had to take down my previous post because it got misinterpreted and what should have been about me and my thoughts was taken out of context. It’s never what I intend. I use this blog as my “diary”…the place where I can spew my shit and just let it lie there. I use this forum when I’m sad, when I find something funny, when I’m pissed or self-righteous. I use it as a form of self-expression, of self discovery and of digging into my own psyche. I don’t use this to hurt anyone.
I never, ever, want to hurt anyone. Ever. That’s not who I am. So here goes the pseudo-apology to all of you…for being a whiny, self-involved asshat.
I need to quit being so butthurt about everything. I have a good life. I honestly do.
I will, for a while, continue to contribute all of my butthurtedness (it’s a word) to the loss of a 20 year friendship. I won’t continue to whine about it, but the truth is, I don’t talk about it. I don’t THINK I do…others might be rolling their eyes right now saying “dear God, here she goes again,” but I don’t try to inflict my own misery on others. I try to keep it to myself. It’s WAY easier than it used to be, but it pops up…because, why not…right? I said previously it was like a death And it is, always will be. I get that it sucked the life out of me, that I put so much into that relationship that now…well, now…I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to grow these existing friendships into something more. I feel like I come across needy and emotionally stunted. It was easy, being her bestie. Now, I have to figure out who I am, without a best friend. But it’s something I have to do…I can’t expect others to do this for me. I haven’t acknowledged how socially inept I actually am…and well, it’s in my face. I’m a complete mess.
I am not the best wife, mother, daughter or sister. I haven’t been for a while now. It’s shameful to actually type that and re-read it, but I have been a shell. I have lashed out at the wrong people and I have said and done things that aren’t actually in my nature.
After my last post, one of my dearest friends reached out to me because it affected her. She told me I wasn’t alone in wanting and desiring love and respect. I should expect happiness. She did clarify it wouldn’t happen overnight and it wouldn’t happen without help in a safe place. She said I deserved good things in life and good people were part of that. But I needed to get centered, focused and I needed to NOT expect my family or friends to do that for me, that I needed to do it for myself. It would be hard work and it would be worth it. And for the first time in a year, I knew that someone outside of my daughter, my wife or my sister had my heart and my head in their hands. For the first time in a year, someone who wasn’t related to me said something to me that hit home, because she cared. And she.was.RIGHT.
The same day…another dear friend, texted me…just to tell me I was a badass and she loved me and to not let the darkness consume me. Now, it goes without saying this chick is badass on toast, so her taking the time to reach out to me, also meant more than I can convey. Then I think, why do I not expect that someone would find me worthy of a text? I love this chick to pieces and would do anything for her, why is it so hard for me to accept that she would do the same for me?
I find it hard that someone like my wife loves me. She is the best person I have ever met and I haven’t met anyone that wouldn’t agree or say the same. My kids are the best part of me, I hear it all the time, how wonderful and amazing they are. Why do I continue to question my abilities as a mother? Why do I always push at these three people most dear to me? Why do I expect them to always rescue me when I am a giant ball of need?
Who made it their job to take care of my feelings? well…you guessed it…I did. Damnit.
I tend to get wordy, which is both a blessing and a curse. I have a temper that I lose control of and with that loss of control, I develop verbal diarrhea. It’s usually not pretty and I usually end up apologizing because I got in my own way. I own it.
I don’t know how I got here, how I lost me to the noise in my own head. I think it’s time that I have someone help me understand the noise and turn it into something more beautiful. I want to hear music, I want to hear laughter. I want to not cry at the drop of a hat because I feel that helpless.
I really, REALLY hate that I have somehow allowed a person to take the best parts of me and make me question it. I can’t begin to tell you enough how much I hate that I allowed anyone to control me like that. And it’s shocking that a year later, I am still giving anyone that much power over me. Then again, I did admit I was a highly emotional person. That my “id” was being empathic to a fault and that my moods were always, ALWAYS wrapped up in the emotions of everyone around me. I won’t apologize for that, instead, I will celebrate that.
I am proud of the fact that there are people in my world, that by merely thinking about them, I smile. That I have people I will text, out of the blue, because they popped into my mind and I smiled. I love that about me. I love the fact that my favorite place to be is surrounded by my family and friends.
I need to find my self-worth. I don’t know or claim to understand WHY I don’t think I am worth someone thinking I’m awesome. I don’t know why I continue to test the people in my life, to make sure I am as important to them as they are to me. I do it, mostly to those closest to me…I don’t understand it and I don’t even know when I do it until it’s too late. I need to quit needing constant reassurance that I am worthy of love and friendship. I need to see what others see in me. I need to believe them when they say nice things to me.
Getting centered is paramount. I have to throw away all the negative bullshit, the stuff I heap on myself, the stuff I heap on everyone else. I need to focus on the fact that I have many blessings in my life. I have MANY things to be happy for, to be grateful for. I need to remember this stuff as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep at night. I need to remember I am a good person, I have gifts to share and I have love.
There is a place in my soul…it’s like I fire I can feel burning in me. It’s my passion for life and for love and for laughter. I can feel it, but it’s been buried so far and for so long, I tend to ignore it. I don’t know why. I need to learn how to embrace it again.
The toxic in my world isn’t what’s right in front of my face…it’s what’s in my mind. I have chipped away at the good things and allowed the hurt to turn toxic and take over my heart. It’s time to say good-bye to the toxic and burn it down. It’s time that I let that fire roar inside me, to share it with those that want to be part of it and to not hold grudges, hate, hurt or sadness with both hands. I am better than this.
So, WorldWideWeb…here’s my promise(s)…I plan to find someone who will tell me that I am either not crazy or I am indeed crazy, but in the best ways. I plan to love out loud and in big gulps. I plan to find happiness in myself before I find it in others. I plan to share that happiness with anyone who wants some of it. I plan to hold close to those dear to me. I plan to love me, to find out exactly how badass I am.
I plan to believe in me.
I will be centered. I will be strong. I will be Stephanie.