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Monstrous Monday

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

        Most weeks I manage for Monday to not seem so much like the day many people seem to dread because it marks the beginning of the work week to a job most of us don’t love.  That’s not the case for me, as a general rule.  Mostly because I treat all days of the week the same from years of working weekends etc. Also, that way you aren’t disappointed a lot I find. Yes, yes, I know I am annoyingly positive sometimes. lol 

       Today has been a run of one thing after another and it’s just piling up to keep my anxiety level where I feel off balance, easily annoyed and down right irritable.  To top that off I spent 4 hours in the car today and when all  desperately wanted was some peace and quiet I couldn’t get any at all. 

       We are still working out the balance of the meds and I am trying to stay patient but days like today just make me want to either crawl in the closet and hide there or punch the crap out of something/someone to just take out the angst!  Makes me wish I still sparred once a week.

Paying Back – Paying it Forward

Sunday, 21 August 2011

       I am floored about all of the opportunities and people that are circulating into my life lately.  I think it has a lot to do with letting go of some of the things I was clutching on to.  That has freed up a lot of energy.  And I am just trying to be open to what the universe brings. 

        I have to keep reminding myself that I am not who I used to be.  I have worked hard, especially over the last 15 years to become the person that I am today even though I am sure there are people who think I have done a crap job…many of them in my own family.  I know who I am and I like me most days so what others think, including my family, doesn’t really matter.  I am not saying I don’t value what other people think, just that I don’t base who I am on it any more.

        I am very fortunate to have wonderful friends, family of choice and recovery in my life.  People often say to me that I am surrounded by a lot of great people and my response is usually something along the lines of “I really am and it is wonderful.  I have designed my life to have people like them in it.”  That may sound kind of pompous but it’s not intended that way.  What I mean more than anything is that I have tried to be open to what life brings to me.  I see everything and everyone in my life as an opportunity to learn, grow and continue to evolve into the person that ultimately want to be. 

        People who are negative, energy drains, constantly in the middle of drama and rabid attention seekers don’t make it very long around me if at all because I tend to steer away from them out of the gate.  Some get past and I find out a bit down the road what/who they are.  Usually I just fade out from them but there are times that if I think it will do them (and me) any good I talk to them and let them know why I am leaving their life.  My ex-husband is a good example here.  Many times people don’t want to or aren’t ready to hear what I say but at least I have been honest with them. 

        Who am I to have the right to say something to people about their behavior?  I am the person living this life who has worked hard to live a very examined life. When I got off track some years ago I was fortunate enough to have people who cared enough to turn and say something to me about the things I was doing.  I scoffed at them, turned away from them, condemned them just as some people do to me when I say what is on my mind.  They cared enough to try to talk to me anyway and I am eternally grateful for that. 

        The only way that I can pay them back is to give away freely what they gave to me. That means that I do spend a lot of time with people who want to talk to me about living an examined life, who want to start their own discovery into themselves.  Some get it and many don’t but that’s ok because it isn’t up to me if they get it or not.  My job is to share information and what I have learned and been given.  That’s it.  Simple sounding job eh? lol  It is not simple most of the time and I marvel at the people who had the patience to keep helping me when I was such an ass to them and convinced that they didn’t know a damn thing about my life and who were they to tell me that I had work to do?

        If it were simple all the time there wouldn’t be much to glean from that now would there? 

Mornings with a Wild Brain

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Brain: Wakey wakey!

 Me:     *grumbles* Shut up and let me sleep!

 Brain: Come on! We have so much to do today!

 Me:     I have only had 4 hours of sleep! It’s still DARK outside for Pete’s sake! *rolls over and buries my head under the pillow*

 Brain: *starts singing repetitively* Ok, I will entertain myself then until you’re ready to get up…

 Me:     Oh for fuck sake! Shut up!

 Brain: I’m just singing, I can change the song if this one bothers you. *switches to another song and continues to sing repetitively* See? I’m thoughtful that way.

 Me:     Ok, seriously.  We go through this almost every frigging morning! Why can’t you just relax and chill out?  You wouldn’t let me get to sleep last night and now you won’t let me sleep in? Really?  You know, if you would let me sleep more you would feel more like doing all those intense brainy things you like to do!

 Brain: I already feel like doing things!  Come on, I have sung TWO songs to you already!  Doesn’t that show you that I am ready for the day?

 Me:     How can you manage to actually sound cheerful about being active this early? And NO, repetitively singing to me does NOT show me you are ready for the day.  Do something actually useful and I will reconsider.  Singing the same songs over and over doesn’t take a lot brain power there Einstein.

 Brain: Well, now that’s just rude.  See if I calculate anything on the fly for you this week!

 Me:     Huh, who knew you could actually harrumph?  Oh damn it! Now I really am wide awake!  Grrrrrr.  I hate it when you badger me long enough that I really do wake up and can’t go back to sleep!  That’s just playing dirty pool it is!

Brain:  So that means you are gonna get up and we can do something?  How about we start with e-mail, then we can grab some cereal, because you keep telling me that you need food to work, which I think is utter rubbish really because we were just fine on that one meal a day that I let you have and we were saving ever so much in groceries too, then we can do an entry for that silly blog you have started, bah…free range brain my corpus callosum…I’ll have you know I tow a very tight line and function quite right…of all the nerve…

Me:     Ok see, that’s EXACTLY what I mean….

Brain: Do hush, let’s be about the day!  You can eat while we do e-mail, then you can do a post, *sigh* my burden is so heavy with you!  Then, I think we should read some, we have 5 books going currently I am sure I can find something there that will hold my interest for a few hours, then we have to get ready for the pool party today, I tried to get you to do that last night when you say I was keeping you up but you didn’t want to, you wanted to sleep of all things!  Now, I think I shall start a list of things we are taking…

Me:     You win already, cripes!  *groans and gets out of bed*

Accepting the Unacceptable

Friday, 19 August 2011

Why do we accept unacceptable behaviors in our life? 

Why do we allow them again and again? 

This has been on my mind a lot lately.  I have come out of a cycle of this in my own life and have no more patience for it.  The sad thing is that I can’t shake the people around me and make them wake up from these cycles they are going through on their own.  Just as no one could snap me out of the cycles I went through…though bless them they sure tried!  I suppose that’s all we can do when we see repetitive unacceptable things in life.  Try to gently bring that to people’s attention…or not gently, depending on the person and situation.  We end up staying in these loops for so many reasons and in so many situations.

  • The job where you take on more and more work for no more pay. 
  • The significant other who we give everything to and they take and take without giving back on even a similar scale. 
  • The friend who is eternally going through one break up after another and needs to lean on us…or sleep on our couch.
  • Accepting rotten customer service from our health insurance company because they are just too big to fight.
  • The significant other or friend who uses us as their emotional punching bag and we allow it because “they just need to let off some steam”.
  • Accepting a back handed compliment from someone because it would be “rude” to call them on it.

There are those examples and so many more available throughout life.  But we still haven’t looked at the “why” of accepting the unacceptable.  First we have to define what is unacceptable and this is where the road diverges.  What is unacceptable to some may seem perfectly normal to others.  Though deep, deep down we in fact know the difference and what in actuality is unacceptable.  So, if we really do know most of the time, why do we do it?

  • On some level we think we deserve this treatment.
  • Denial: “it’s just this once” or “just this one more time”.
  • We think we can change the situation if “we were only more (fill in the blank).”
  • We prefer the unacceptable or abuse to being ignored.
  • We don’t want to be alone.
  • We think because someone is treating us this way that they must still care about us.
  • If only I do ___________ then it will change. 
  • It is the status quo and we don’t want to be the one to rock the boat.
  • We can’t afford to lose our job if we speak up.
  • If I get through this one last deadline it will change.

All of these are just excuses that we come up with to placate our rational mind.  Our brain starts poking us saying “Hey, what’s up?  Why are you putting up with this?”  And we scurry to come up with some excuse or multiple excuses to snow our minds unto submission…see any of the few listed above. So many of these reasons are backed by pure and simple F-E-A-R and there are numerous ways and places this old boogeyman can crop up!  No one likes to think that they will buckle and end up being in the position of accepting the unacceptable but at some point or other, we all have done it.  Can you honestly say that you have never, ever done it? Not once?

So, we know some of the what, why and how.  Now let’s talk solution; you know I love getting into the solution. And if you don’t know it yet, you soon will!

How do we stop accepting the unacceptable?  How do we put down that ten ton weight and walk away?  How do we start a new day and stand up for ourselves?  How do we turn to that person we are terrified of and say our piece?  How do we turn to that friend or significant other and speak our heart and needs while feeling the most intense fear that they will turn away from us?

First we have to face the fact that most of the reasons we allow the unacceptable is out of fear and it is running the train and we are locked out of the conductor’s booth.  Eleanor Roosevelt said “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along’…You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” 

That may seem like a tall order and honestly in the beginning it is a very tall order but not insurmountable.  And this is where the second and third parts come in; faith and belief.  Even just the tiniest bit of faith that taking a step into the unknown and facing those fears will not ruin us brings us a little closer to that belief.  I am not necessarily talking about a religious faith here but if that is how it works for you then grab that bull by the horns and swing up onto the back of it!  It takes just the tiniest bit of faith to spurn us on toward taking the next step. 

What’s the next step?  This is where it can get hairy and tough.  I hear you asking “Mags, are you nuts?  This is already terrifying!  I can’t face those fears and make changes, it’s just too scary!”  Really?  If you are at a point of wondering why you are accepting the unacceptable then you have already taken that first step of saying “Hey, there’s something not working right here!”  and knowing you need to do something about it.  So, the next step is to start to look deeper into the “why” you are doing, or not doing, what you are.  Look at why you are afraid.  What is at the root of those fears?  The deep seated roots?  How far back does that fear go?  This is the part where ya really have to start digging and separating the roots and getting down to the bottom of it.  Do some writing about those fears, really dive in and hold them up to the light, examine them from every angle.

Ok, you dug up that whole muddy mess so now what do you do with it?  Just like broken toys you got rid of as you grew up, it’s time to offload these old fears and useless behaviors.  Yes, I know it’s scary and I know the unknown is staring you right in the face and it is one scary, tough SOB.  Guess what?  You are tougher! 

Something we often forget as we barrel along the road of living is that it is about the ride, not the arrival.  Think about that for a minute…this is about how we get wherever we are going, what we see and learn along the way, not the arrival point.  If it is only about the end of the journey, what’s the point in taking the scenic route and hoping we live very long lives?  Stop for a moment and try to think of life and everything that happens in it as one giant classroom.  Think about using experiences for learning.  Everything, everyone and every time is an opportunity to add to our knowledge base.  The more we add to our catalog of experience, the more we have to draw from every time we face something new…or old. 

So, how do we offload the mess that we uprooted?  How do we move forward from it?  How do we start doing things we have never done before? 

Here’s the easy and the rough of it: one step at a time. 

A good place to start is to turn to someone you trust and talk this stuff out.  If you don’t have someone you can talk to about this, there are plenty of places to find someone: therapists, clergy (of most any faith), therapy groups, twelve step recovery groups (if some of what you are dealing with falls under this arena) and so many other places.  Talking about what terrifies us takes power away from it.  I know this sounds trite but I can guarantee that it’s true.  Some of my biggest fears in life that I look back on now seem so small and insignificant to me and I wonder at how I let them hold me back so long.  They began to look not so towering and terrifying the moment I shared them with someone else who looked at me and said “I totally get that, I have been there!”  In that moment I was no longer dealing with this alone and I knew I wasn’t’ the only one who was scared.  That gave me strength to look a bit deeper into some of the dark crevasses that I had never thought I would disturb.

There comes a point where we either get tired of fear running the show or we sign the contract for the long haul.  I decided that I wasn’t a contract signing kinda gal when it came to my old pal fear.  I wanted to run the show and leave that pushy fear to fend for itself.  Now imagine facing fears when I am overwhelmed with constant mach 10 anxiety.  How in the world did I do that?  Simply, I wanted to be free more than I wanted to cower any longer. 

Was it easy?  Hell no!

Was it worth it? Absofrickinglutely!

All it takes is that first step into wanting to make the change.  Then having just the tiny ounce of faith that maybe you can.  And here’s the wonderful thing about facing your fears: the more you do it, the more you come to believe that you can and it becomes easier each time as you build up experience doing the thing you thought you could not.  That is exactly what Eleanor Roosevelt was talking about.  When I came across that quote by her many years ago it gave me a glimmer of hope.  I thought “If this woman who went through so much and came out the other side knows what it’s like to face fear and overcome it, then maybe I can do the same thing!”  That quote from her has never left my mind and I have shared it with many people over the years and will continue to do so because it encapsulates the core of my own belief system about facing my fears.

Are you ready to stop accepting the unacceptable?

Caution: Writer’s Block Ahead

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

        I get the feeling a lot of the time that I know there is something in my brain that I want to write about but I have no frigging idea what it is!  That is a tough place to be when you are primarily a writer.  I envy the people I know who have multiple modalities through which to express themselves.

       Committing to 4-5 posts a week on Free Range Brain is TERRIFYING…I mean what if I can’t do that many? What if they suck and don’t make sense to anyone?  What if I really don’t have that much to say?  What if I can’t think of anything to say…you get the idea.  A lot of the time I feel like there is a glimmer of something and then as quick as I think I see it, it’s gone again.  I feel like I can’t hold onto thoughts or even get them to fully coalesce.  I have felt like this for a long time now.  Every now & then for a few hours or a day here and there it will come together and then *poof* gone again.

I kid you not I have actually wondered if I have Alzheimer’s early.  My wonderful pal Vee said to me that she thinks it has “more to do with the transitions you’re going through and the stress in your life”.  I know she’s right and I do agree but I feel like I have lost my damned mind a lot of the time.  Like it just left and went to Fiji or somewhere nice leaving me to fend for myself.

      So, a big thing I am trying to work on is to just start writing, let it flow as best it can and not worry overly about getting it “perfect”.  Life is an imperfect process and I know I can’t and won’t get it “just right” because there is no such thing.  Part of this whole journey is just letting it flow, letting the way it really is in my head show and reach out. 

Universal Opportunities

Friday, 12 August 2011

I am floored about all of the opportunities and people that are circulating into my life lately.  I think it has a lot to do with letting go of some of the things I was clutching on to.  That has freed up a lot of energy.  And I am just trying to be open to what the universe brings.

I have to keep reminding myself that I am not who I used to be.  I have worked hard, especially over the last 15 years to become the person that I am today even though I am sure there are people who think I have done a crap job…many of them in my own family.  I know who I am and I like me most days so what others think, including my family, doesn’t really matter.  I am not saying I don’t value what other people think, just that I don’t base who I am on it any more.

I am very fortunate to have wonderful friends, family of choice and recovery in my life.  People often say to me that I am surrounded by a lot of great people and my response is usually something along the lines of “I really am and it is wonderful.  I have designed my life to have people like them in it.”  That may sound kind of pompous but it’s not intended that way.  What I mean more than anything is that I have tried to be open to what life brings to me.  I see everything and everyone in my life as an opportunity to learn, grow and continue to evolve into the person that ultimately want to be.

People who are negative, energy drains, constantly in the middle of drama and rabid attention seekers don’t make it very long around me if at all because I tend to steer away from them out of the gate.  Some get past and I find out a bit down the road what/who they are.  Usually I just fade out from them but there are times that if I think it will do them (and me) any good I talk to them and let them know why I am leaving their life.  My ex-husband is a good example here.  Many times people don’t want to or aren’t ready to hear what I say but at least I have been honest with them.

Who am I to have the right to say something to people about their behavior?  I am the person living this life who has worked hard to live a very examined life. When I got off track some years ago I was fortunate enough to have people who cared enough to turn and say something to me about the things I was doing.  I scoffed at them, turned away from them, condemned them just as some people do to me when I say what is on my mind.  They cared enough to try to talk to me anyway and I am eternally grateful for that.

The only way that I can pay them back is to give away freely what they gave to me. That means that I do spend a lot of time with people who want to talk to me about living an examined life, who want to start their own discovery into themselves.  Some get it and many don’t but that’s ok because it isn’t up to me if they get it or not.  My job is to share information and what I have learned and been given.  That’s it.  Simple sounding job eh? lol  It is not simple most of the time and I marvel at the people who had the patience to keep helping me when I was such an ass to them and convinced that they didn’t know a damn thing about my life and who were they to tell me that I had work to do?

If it were simple all the time there wouldn’t be much to glean from that now would there?

Gear Head

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

So, I am a bit of an old fashioned gear head.  I love muscle cars, super cars, fast cars, motorcycles, rumbly motors and ones that purr like kittens.  Give me a fast car with a stick shift, the open road and some great tunes and I am a happy chick.  I can be a defensive driver but in truth I am much more an acolyte of the offensive driving school.  I don’t wait around for people to come into my sphere and then I have to react to what they do.  I am a very active driver in that I am constantly watching around me and gauging traffic and other drivers.  To watch me drive though, you wouldn’t really know it.

I love night driving the most though.  There is something great about the sun being down, the moon being up and just rolling along.  Before the cost of gas got prohibitive I used to just hop in the car, roll down the windows, put in some good tunes and drive around town.  I would intentionally get lost and just see where I wound up.  I love doing that!  You find some of the best places that way!  Even in a town I have lived in my whole life I never know what I am gonna find on an adventure drive.  Some day I want to do this across the States and back again!

I am under no illusions that all drivers are created equal.  Amazingly enough my dad’s Pavlovian driving school didn’t manage to kill my love of driving as that manner of training did kill other things for me.  If anything it deepened my love of it.  I began to understand the physics of handling the vehicle, how to make it do what I wanted it to do and then push the limits of that even more.  I think understanding the physics of driving is something that is sorely missing for most drivers.  People really don’t understand that they are driving a several ton weapon.  Yes, it is transportation but it also has the potential to do great harm when not handled properly.

I have a theory about driving.  If you can not operate the vehicle you own with a certain degree of competency past the fact that you can turn the key and get it to stay mostly in a lane…you shouldn’t own it and you sure as heck shouldn’t be on the road amongst other drivers!  I also think that everyone should have to retest, and I mean the WHOLE test, every two years.  Can you imagine how many people would not be on the road tomorrow if people had to re-test more than just when they turn 16?  And how many of the drivers that are left would actually be competent.  That’s a dream of mine, more regular testing for driving licenses.  It’s a lovely fantasy that I dream every time I have to get out into traffic around Atlanta…anywhere in Atlanta.

Do I think that this would solve all driving issues, wrecks and so forth? Um no, because I am not an idiot.  There is always going to be human error, unavoidable incidents, mechanical failure and so forth.  There is no blanket way to protect us all every day…no matter what current law makers like to believe as they make more and more rules that govern things that should be common sense.  Like wearing your seatbelt.  Really? That needed to be a law that you can be ticketed for? Really?  (If you could only see me shaking my head here and sighing.)  I think a better idea would be that if you, as an adult, choose to not wear your seatbelt and then you get into a wreck where the damage could have been minimalized then you don’t get to sue anyone for it.  Why?  Because people need to start taking fricking personal responsibility for their own actions!  That is a whole other rant that I won’t get onto this late in the evening.

I was driving home tonight and had a clear path most of the way and thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I would have enjoyed myself even more if I could have had the road all to myself.  I am such a dreamer…

Start Your Engines!

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

        So, I am a bit of an old fashioned gear head.  I love muscle cars, super cars, fast cars, motorcycles, rumbly motors and ones that purr like kittens.  Give me a fast car with a stick shift, the open road and some great tunes and I am a happy chick.  I can be a defensive driver but in truth I am much more an acolyte of the offensive driving school.  I don’t wait around for people to come into my sphere and then I have to react to what they do.  I am a very active driver in that I am constantly watching around me and gauging traffic and other drivers.  To watch me drive though, you wouldn’t really know it. 

        I love night driving the most though.  There is something great about the sun being down, the moon being up and just rolling along.  Before the cost of gas got prohibitive I used to just hop in the car, roll down the windows, put in some good tunes and drive around town.  I would intentionally get lost and just see where I wound up.  I love doing that!  You find some of the best places that way!  Even in a town I have lived in my whole life I never know what I am gonna find on an adventure drive.  Some day I want to do this across the States and back again!

        I am under no illusions that all drivers are created equal.  Amazingly enough my dad’s Pavlovian driving school didn’t manage to kill my love of driving as that manner of training did kill other things for me.  If anything it deepened my love of it.  I began to understand the physics of handling the vehicle, how to make it do what I wanted it to do and then push the limits of that even more.  I think understanding the physics of driving is something that is sorely missing for most drivers.  People really don’t understand that they are driving a several ton weapon.  Yes, it is transportation but it also has the potential to do great harm when not handled properly. 

        I have a theory about driving.  If you can not operate the vehicle you own with a certain degree of competency past the fact that you can turn the key and get it to stay mostly in a lane…you shouldn’t own it and you sure as heck shouldn’t be on the road amongst other drivers!  I also think that everyone should have to retest, and I mean the WHOLE test, every two years.  Can you imagine how many people would not be on the road tomorrow if people had to re-test more than just when they turn 16?  And how many of the drivers that are left would actually be competent.  That’s a dream of mine, more regular testing for driving licenses.  It’s a lovely fantasy that I dream every time I have to get out into traffic around Atlanta…anywhere in Atlanta. 

        Do I think that this would solve all driving issues, wrecks and so forth? Um no, because I am not an idiot.  There is always going to be human error, unavoidable incidents, mechanical failure and so forth.  There is no blanket way to protect us all every day…no matter what current law makers like to believe as they make more and more rules that govern things that should be common sense.  Like wearing your seatbelt.  Really? That needed to be a law that you can be ticketed for? Really?  (If you could only see me shaking my head here and sighing.)  I think a better idea would be that if you, as an adult, choose to not wear your seatbelt and then you get into a wreck where the damage could have been minimalized then you don’t get to sue anyone for it.  Why?  Because people need to start taking fricking personal responsibility for their own actions!  That is a whole other rant that I won’t get onto this late in the evening.

        I was driving home tonight and had a clear path most of the way and thoroughly enjoyed myself.  I would have enjoyed myself even more if I could have had the road all to myself.  I am such a dreamer…

What’s Up Doc?

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

        Trying to make myself write when I am tired, distracted, stuck on a repeating thought, trying to juggle house chores (that I am woefully behind on), job hunting and so many more things that get in the way is…tough.  That seems like the understatement of the year in this moment but it’s true.  I have not done so great this past week about keeping up and writing.  Part of me kept saying “Who wants to hear that you had a tough crappy day? Hell, even I don’t want to hear it!”  So, I didn’t write about that stuff when I really should have.  That’s kinda the whole point of all of this, being stupefyingly honest about what this is like.  (Yes, I know stupefyingly isn’t a real word but I am using it anyway so ha!)

        Today was a long day that started with my follow up to the doctor for the OCD meds (Anafranil and Klonopin).  I love how you have to be on time to the doctor or they get bent and yet you spend 30min to an hour in the waiting room to go back and actually see said doctor.  However, I digress…

        We reviewed the side effects I am experiencing.  Some of them I have had since starting the medicine and some are just over the last couple of months since we stopped increasing the dose at 150mg (Anafranil).  We agreed last month that we would go at least 90 days with me at the same dosage to see if some of the side effects would wean off.  I reviewed with her again today the side effects I am experiencing and rated them on a scale of 1-10 for her.  At this point the ones I am still experiencing are: 

  • Overheating (8/9)
  • Light headedness (4/5)
  • Profuse sweating (9/10)
  • Light nausea (3/4)
  • Tremulousness (shaking) (7/8)
  • Severe acid reflux 4-5 out of 7 days  (7/8)
  • Some constipation (4/5)
  • Muscles twitch (mostly but not limited to when I’m still-sitting or sleeping) (5/6)
  • Reduced sex drive (3/4)

        Fun eh?  The appointment results were that we are keeping me steady on the 150mg Anafranil for now but she is doubling my Klonopin.  I have used the Klonopin several times in the last month with no effect.  She thinks the Anafranil may be dampening the effects of the Klonopin.  Can’t use it as a stop gap measure with it not working, so we are doubling the dose to see how that goes.  *crosses fingers* 

        We are not adding any other meds right now until we get this ironed out.  We are both in agreement that this is the best course of action.  I told her today, again, that no medicine is a cure all and I still have to do my part. Also that I have struggled so long without treatment that taking my time and doing it right isn’t going to be the end of the world. 🙂 So, I am hopeful, at peace with where I am at with it all.

          Other things are going well at the moment.  My dating life is running full speed and I am thoroughly enjoying myself in that. *grins*  I am trying to get the house back to zen…gods only know how long that’s gonna take me! lol  Overall with only a few exceptions, life is pretty good today.

Energy Rollercoaster

Friday, 5 August 2011

         I am so jacked up right now! It’s 1am and I have to be up at 7:30am. This is not good…never is no matter how much I tell myself that it feels good and I like it. Ok, part of me loves it I have to admit that…the rush, the adrenaline, the high brought on by my own body that has nothing to do with anything external. That’s my rebellious teenager side that could stay up all night drinking, partying, screwing around, crash for an hour and be up to do another 23hrs while doing a full load of classes and two jobs. Well, I am not 17 any more and I need more than an hour of sleep no matter what my anxious, wired, wild brain likes to tell me on nights like this. I feel like I can go for days and days like this…and I can…but oh man will the crash SUCK.

        When my head is like this I can hone in on one or two things and just cycle them again and again.  Songs, games, videos, etc.  Anything that keeps me wired and ramped up and I get stuck in the cycle of it.  I have listened to Ohh Ahh by Grits like 12 times since I sat down about 20min ago.  It’s the beat of the music I get stuck in and the rhythm of it.  It can also make me stay in one spot for a little while if the tunes are on my computer instead of my MP3. 

        I spent an hour after I got home tonight from my meeting (that I didn’t want to go to in the first place but then was immensely glad I did) searching for a misplaced thumb drive.  I ransacked the house (which I will have to now clean up) and still didn’t find the damn thing.  [It has important files on it (I think) that I really need for work and if I can’t find it I will have to do an crap ton of data entry when we get our new computer system after last week’s major crash and burn where we lost all data.]  I finally planted myself with the Grits tune to keep me in one place while I tried to write this out.

        Times like this are when I long to have someone in my life that will just walk up behind me, snatch me by the nape of the neck or hair and make me stand still until I get a frigging grip!  But then there I go again looking for someone/something else to take the decision out of my hands.  I also know that I should have tried taking the Klonopin when this started and I wouldn’t be this wired and ready to clean my house out from one end to the other.  *sighs* 

        I love the energy rush that I get when I lock in and am in an obsessive mode.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t.  I have that anxious feeling this evening but with the medicine it’s not as bad as it usually is and just feels like the tag end of an adrenaline dump and my stomach being a little off.  Here’s hoping it will lessen soon and I can get some sleep!