I'm trying to get back into the swing of things…like actually writing occasionally, even though I really don't want to because the words don’t come like they used to.
It used to be that I could be doing something normal and mundane and a sentence or a thought or a snippet of a story would pop into my head and I would turn it over and over until I finally got someplace where I could write it down so I wouldn't forget it. Now, those sentences, thoughts, and snippets are quiet.
I'm OK with it, really, though I do miss the creativity.
I'm kinda broken right now and I don't know how to fix myself. Oh, yeah – outwardly no one would really know anything is wrong, but my family does. My husband feels it. My kids feel it. So I try - I really do try - but I fail. A lot. I try to be OK for them, but how can I be OK for them when I’m not OK for me?
So I push forward one day at a time. One restless, more-often-than-not sleepless, night at a time. And I get up the next day when my alarm goes off, because, let's face it…if I don't, I'm not getting up at all. So the alarm starts yelling at me and I get up, I shower, I brush my teeth and dry my hair and make sure I’m wearing clean clothes. And I go to work and get through my day with as much professionalism as I can muster and even that is hard, though I love my job.
I love my family.
And there are so many things that I need that I'm not getting. And it's hard to know I'm responsible for teaching these lessons which once taught, need to be retaught and retaught and retaught until I'm so frustrated I could scream. What am I doing wrong?
And, I don't know how to get a certain person to understand that lying and manipulation are not the ways to get what you want and that no means no, it doesn’t mean argue about it until I'm so worn out I finally just don't care anymore or remember the reason I said no in the first place and now they feel like they’ve won and I've taught them no lesson at all.
And, I don't know how to get a certain other person to understand that laziness doesn’t mean eventually I will do it because I'm sick of looking at it. It means that if I do it, you’re going to lose it permanently and then you're really going to be unhappy.
Or, if I take the time to do your laundry and you dump what I've carefully washed, dried, folded, and left on your bed for you to put away in an unfolded heap on top of your dresser or shoved into drawers in a wrinkled mess and then you say to me, "I didn't know!" or "At least they're in the drawer," and then you get mad at me when I hold your clothes hostage and tell you that you can have one outfit back for every ten minutes you work in your room (because to me, that's clever and a great way to teach a lesson) and you call me and my methods stupid and unfair and are hateful to me and cry thinking it's going to change my mind. How about I just don't ever do your laundry for you? I'm not above making you go to school naked. (Ok, not that last thing…)
And, I don't know how to get a certain other person to understand I need them to actually talk to me, tell me what's going on and give me a game plan so I don't feel like I'm flying blind all the time and then have them get mad at me when I am unable to read their mind. Or, how about just helping around the house on a regular basis instead of watching television all day? That would be awesome, too.
I'm feeling used and angry and kind of like wrung out wet socks…
So, I guess the words do come, but they're not particularly nice words right now.
And yeah, I guess if you want to you can pray for me or light a candle for me or send a healing word or two out into the ether for me – and that's all wonderful, and I am grateful for them – but I need real help. The kind of help words just don't cover.
Am I feeling sorry for myself? Maybe a little bit. Am I walking around with a chip on my shoulder feeling resentful and angry more often than not? Absolutely. Am I taking it out on those around me because I don't feel like anyone cares enough to ask me what's wrong and then DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT when I tell them what's bothering me? Most likely.
I know. I suck right now. And I'm sorry.