They say when girls go through a break up or major changes they always do something to their hair and I honestly can’t argue that. I can’t tell you one pivotal moment in my life where I didn’t do something somewhat drastic to my hair when something serious changed in my life. Tonight I discovered what Brittney Spears discovered back in 2000. It has nothing to do with making a statement to anyone else. IT has EVERTHING TO DO WITH TAKING YOUR POWER BACK!!!
This is my story and up until now I cared so deeply what everyone else thought and what everyone else thought but no. NOT ANYMORE. I have a VOICE. HA and if you know me I am really loud. I don’t mean to be but I am tone deaf so I don’t realize the pitch that I am at. Its little things people don’t know about me yet will be so quick to judge me over. They will not be friends with me over it. They will backstab me over it. I AM TAKING ALL THAT POWER BACK. So why the hell could I not wait until Thursday when a real hair dresser could cut my hair. Well heres the thing guys. It was more symbolic than anything. It was I with the scissors, it was I who was reclaiming my power.
I didn’t do half bad either. And this wasn’t the first time I have helped someone reclaim their power in this way. I have cut someones hair before and did a really good job. Of course they got it cleaned up but it didn’t look much different. It poses a question. Should I go to school for this? Its not something I really want to do but if I could help women reclaim that power then hell yea!!!
My life I’d like to be about helping people. If its smile, then smile, if its regain their power, then regain their power, if its sit in silence and pray with them, then so be it. I am at Gods mercy. I am following his will and his plan. I am to pray and discern for a year and if I still haven’t figured it out or met Prince Charming then it off to a convent for me. Which is fine with me. I would be okay serving God forever. Would you?
This isn’t the most catholic friendly song but I’m not a nun yet lol
Friends come and go. Things come and go. Places come and go. Things change. Everything in my body is saying just let go. Just let go. I have this urge to start running again. I used to be an avid runner. I used to run 5 miles twice a week. I couldn’t make it through a mile now. So many people think they know me but they have no idea. NOT A SINGLE CLUE. Only the people who REALLY CARE really KNOW me. I’m being honest in this blog. This is the rough draft for my book so of course everything must be documented as it happens in real time.
My four year old niece asked on FaceTime this morning if “I was still sick?” Her parents are raising her to know mental illness as an actual disease in which people are actually sick. I told her “aunt Katie is doing sooo much better but technically she is still sick but she’s getting better”. Her brother then interjected that I couldn’t explain well what getting better meant lol I guess not to a four year old. I am making progress every single day. And I am so excited for that! It saddens me that they think of me as “sick” but I would much rather that then “gone”. Letting go of the stigma is one thing but for me I need to let go off the hold the stigma the disease holds over me. Just because the world says I can’t do something does not mean that I can’t. Just because I say that because I’m depressed I can’t do the dishes does not mean I can’t make myself get up off this couch and do the dad gum dishes. Which by the way is what I’m doing when I finish this. There was a crazy thing with the water, AGAIN, not my fault this time. But it was off all day and just came back on. Me and water. Apparently I really need water right now.
My spirit yearns to fly. I have felt caged for so long and now I can just be me and let go of everything and every stigma thats been holding me back. I am free. I am free to fly.
I’ll always have me and thats all I really need. This is an explicit song so just FYI
When I graduated high school I was given a copy of “OH THE PLACES YOU’LL GO” BY DR. SUESS. It never resinated with me as a child how important that book would become to me in later years. It basically has mapped out my entire 20’s. Completely and I’ll admit I have gone back and revised some places. LIKE NOW. I’ll be alone for quite some time. And whats ironic is its where I started to learn to become alone to begin with. In Columbus MS. I remember when I first moved there I didn’t have a microwave, I had no money, no job, no friends, nothing. I ate sandwiches and cut them in half and had one for dinner and one half for lunch. I ate healthy but broke healthy. I had crackers in between meals. I had help but it went right to bills. I got plates as a gift that I still own to this day, a few have broken. I remember sitting in my apartment on my futon with no internet, no tv, and no fiends and no job. What did I do. I read, I went out to meet people, I took chances, I found myself, I did puzzles, I had grill outs by myself, I read Adux Huxleuys “Brave New World” a million times. I read the Dune series. I read a ton. I am going back to THAT Katie. The alone Katie. The REAL independent Katie. Although I still may need finical help I’ll be the independent I’ve been needing this whole time.
Being alone doesn’t always have to mean you’re alone alone.
With the recent deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain who are we to say who feels alone and who doesn’t. You simply cannot judge someone by what they appear to act on the outside. Suicide has got to be taken seriously. And so does mental illness. ESPECIALLY IN OUR COUNTRY!!!! THE USA NEEDS TO WAKE THE HELL UP AND REALIZE WE ARE IN CRISIS. THIS IS A DISEASE THAT PEOPLE CANNOT SEE OR SEEK HELP UNTIL IT IS ACCEPTED. It has such a stigma no one, no one wants to admit they are mentally ill. I bet none of you reading this would proudly talk in front of thousands about being mentally ill. But ya know what? I would. And someday maybe I will. I have been on the verge of death too many times. I can’t tell you what stopped me but what I can tell you is that I’m glad it did. I have too much to offer the world and too many people it would hurt. If it weren’t for my sister I would be homeless and thats the case with most of our homeless. They are mentally ill and sick and sad all at the same time. Its time to wake up America.
Alone isn’t forever. Someday. Someone how. I will meet someone or meet my calling and I will not be alone. Nor is being alone bad. I look forward to getting to know myself again. I am beautiful inside and out and I know in my heart my soul will eventually want to remain here on planet earth.
Its a cruel world and reality sucks sometimes. I came home yesterday to my water being cut off. I have no one else to blame for that but myself but the odd thing was is that I NEEDED my water to be cut off. I needed that REALITY CHECK. Reality checks suck but they aren’t always a bad thing. I am learning as I go in life. I don’t have it all figured out nor do I claim to. The reason why my water being cut off is so huge is because it showed me how important my job is to me and how I really need to get my act together and reel in my emotions. Its hard because this is an extremely difficult time for me and the tears just flow sometimes. But there is a time and place for the tears and I have to learn to control when that happens. I used to know how. I lost that skill somewhere along the road to the “Waiting Place”.
Where do you go when you are 12 ft under and you are holding the shovel?
Well you try to find the good and slowly build yourself up from that. My job was graceful enough to give me the day off since I couldn’t shower and I start fresh hahah fresh next week. I am so excited. God has given me a second chance at life as well as my job being as amazing at is. Its the best company to work for and I would recommend anyone to work there. You HAVE GOT to find the good when you are 12ft under. YOU JUST DO. Or you will be buried alive. I am so lucky to have friends and a sister who would rather have a sister alive with a roof over her head than not. I am lucky for the fiends and followers I have. I am lucky for my strength. I am lucky for my God. I am lucky for energy. And lastly but most import I am so lucky I have myself. I am so strong and amazing. I am a creative writer with so much to offer the world. My life is just beginning. Not ending.
I have a tendency to live in the past just as much as I do day dreaming about the future. Packing last night I ran into a letter to the ex written February of 2017. I would love to share it but it shares intimate details I shouldn’t share publicly. There was an issue that he may not even remember that I was really upset about him not taking my side on and apparently thats one of the main reasons I left. I just wanted someone on my side. Its okay to look back but staying there will only make you old and frail. I feel like I’m 100. I’m just now starting again to live in the present. I used to but then I got sick. And stuck in places I didn’t want to be.
I was stuck in the waiting place for sooo long. Waiting for anything something. I wasn’t doing anything proactive on my behalf. I was just waiting for something to happen that never did. Don’t be like me. Don’t waste your time waiting away. Do something. Be brave. Take the girl out! Ask the guy for coffee! Go rafting by yourself. Go for a hike alone even though it may sound scary. Don’t wait around for something to happen because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but its not going to. You will be stuck in the past forever and never fully appreciate the present moment. We are never promised tomorrow.
I often wonder if people have any idea whats on my mind when I stare off into oblivion. Its the curse of having BPD. Having a personality disorder is soooo different than having any other disease. I wish people understood that. I was told today by someone I highly respect that I don’t need to use my disease as an excuse and I need to take responsibly for my actions. Here is where I have an issue with this. I admit I could do better. I admit my faults, I admit I am trying my hardest. My DISEASE is PART of my PERSONALITY. There are some things that I couldn’t help even if I wanted to. They can be good aspects about me but they can also be really bad. For more info on borderline please click on This Link. It has a lot of great info. I try to take responsibility in my relationships but again I’m not perfect.
Alas but we must get back to it. I have less than 30 days to pack, finish my taxes, make loads of money (yea right lol), get my cars registration renewed, and finally find a job in Columbus MS. Life is happening. And its happing now. Not in the past or the future but NOW. It may be cheesy but its true lol Life is happening NOW!!! lololol
With all that being said, I will make it to the other side of all this its a matter of how bad is it going to hurt? How many scars will I have? How broke will my heart be? Only time will tell.
Was it me?
Was it you?
Was it the words you said or HOW you said them?
I talk a lot of crap lets be honest, about my ex. He said things when he shouldn’t have and I have no idea if he’s sorry for that or not. He won’t talk to me anymore. I should let it go but I can’t. Its this tether I can’t release myself from. I’m scared of what will happen if I do. I shy away from guys that would actually want anything real. I run into the arms of anything thats temporary. I know these things about me. I know I’m not alone. I feel the love of those that I’m with for others. It hurts but I know I’m not alone. My parents discourage my writing and my blog but for me everyone needs to know they aren’t alone. Everyone has these issues. EVERYONE.
My sweet Toothlees is watching as I write this. This cat was “our” cat. We got him together. He picked him out. He is all I have left aside from a box and memories and a pendant my mom bought from me to help pay bills. I cry everyday if not out loud inside because I miss him so much. My bones ache to see his smile. To see his crystal blue eyes. To hear him say “I love you…..sometimes”. I would trade a thousand wishes just to speak to him again. I think my Toothless knows I’m sad. He’s laying on my Sacral chakra. Now he’s loving on my hands as I type this. Cats can sense things. So can I. I read people very well.
I love my Job and I don’t want to leave, I love my doctors and I don’t want to leave. I have a support system here but I woke up to zero account and .39 to my name and realized my checkbook was stolen and fraudulent check was written and an auto draft I didn’t authorize was charged. All that being said I probably won’t have rent for June soooo yea moving may happen for me.
I just don’t want to disappoint the people who wanted to see me make it here.
Sometimes things don’t work out and we have to make some tough choices. Its not fun and it isn’t easy and sometimes it hurts our friends and we don’t mean to but it does hurt. I was recently in a situation where I was hurt but can totally sympathize because I KNOW my friend did not want to hurt my feelings in any way. Or hurt me in any way. And thats what ultimately breaks my heart. We are both left sad!
So now I’m like roommate less and I have two weeks or a week to come up with rent and I have no idea how thats going to happen. NO FREAKING CLUE. I do however have FAITH that it will! Faith of even a mustard seed can move mountains and y’all know if I can have faith that a panhandler is going to do something good with $90 I DIDN’T have to give but gave anyway then yea I’m sure it will work out. I am stressed to my limit. I am relying on medication and therapy to get by and I hate it. I am utterly exhausted at the end of the day. My bones ache. My HEART aches.
I have the option to move in a few months to help with my finical issues and I’m really torn because theres a part of me that begs to go and a part of me that begs to stay.
I would like to rule the world. I can’t do that here. I can’t do that “there”. I am flat broke. I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. And not because I have a drug problem, or because I gamble, or because I drink but simply because I got in debt trying to run two business’ and then I moved to get away from things in Navarre and cost of living is hard and so is catching up on debt. Auto draft is a bitch. And my dumb ass doesn’t know how to undo it. Some bills just HAVE to get paid. I used to make pros and cons list and I’ll do that with you right now. Lets DO THIS!!!
PROS to Moving
Cheaper cost of living in MS
I’ll be around friends I’ve missed for a very long time
New, fresh opportunities
No one to steal my stuff
CONS to MOVING IF I can’t find a roommate
Well I JUST got settled in so it would be a pain to have to move AGAIN
I’ll have to leave the new friends I just made
I have an amazing Dr and support system here that I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE
I REALLY do like it here
Like life always is theres this catch 22. Damed if I do damned if I don’t. As of now I don’t know that I’m going to have rent for June. I have to fine extra income. Other than LuLaRoe because clearly thats not cutting the mustard. I am a problem solver. I am about two weeks to figure this out. Really less. Do you think I can do it? Will I face up to the challenge? Can I find someone I trust? Can I find another job here or have one lined up in Columbus? What will I do?!?
You are forever gone to a slumber so deep, for you there are dreams no more.
A life taken too soon, something I still have questions for.
My dreams live on without you, but in my heart forever you’ll be.
The things I’m doing, the woman I’m becoming, you’d be proud if you could see.
Dream no more, your pain is gone my love.
I can feel you all around me looking down from up above.
With the recent events of Chris Cornell and of course we all remember Robin Williams I wanna share some things that are near and dear to my heart and something that happened to me on Thursday. Tragedy has struck America recently with online bullying which I guess is “trolling” or could be turned into a form of online hazing. Depeding on the motives behind the person doing the “trolling” I suppose. I’m not real sure. I was apparently “trolled” on Thursday night for the first time 😕. People are cruel. Some people just want a fight and want to stir the pot and little do they know what they could be stirring. I have decided to do what I can by writing this and by having one of my first Lu La Roe sales to benefit To Write Love On Her Arms. I have lost so many people near and dear to me to suicide and not just to suicide either. Far to many to count. And in the past 3 years have lost 2 of my very best friends and I’ve dealt with moving all over the country, being kicked out of a click, a five year relationship break up, cutting down a business I really didn’t want to and I had someone who knows nothing about me and my plans try and judge a situation they know knew nothing of. You never know what someone is going through. We all know what assuming does. I myself deal with depression and have dealt with suicide and fortunately was able to receive the help I needed but not everyone does. I want to CHANGE that. Some how. Some way. Even if it’s a small way. 1800suicide saved my life over a decade ago. Nothing is ever worth your life. No matter how much you think is. Everyday I wish I could have saved my friends. I want to change online bullying. I want to change the world. I wish people would treat others how they want to be treated. I personally don’t think sometimes. I just think everyone is nice and well, they aren’t. And that’s life. The key is to not let it bother you. I let this person ruin my Friday and it was completely unnecessary. It’s what they wanted. And than I remember what is on my toothbrush cover that I see twice a day “never let anyone dull your sparkle”. I perked right up. Who cares what some person I’m never going to see again thinks of me. So what if they want to think negatively of me. They don’t know me. They don’t live in my heart or my brain. Nor do I live in theirs and its unfair either way for either of us to judge. I know that “those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind”. I want to make a difference not for myself but for the world. So it can be a better place for the kids I take care of and hopefully my future kids. Hannah this is for us. This is for Mariah. This is for Will. This is for Dereck. This is for all those we have known and lost. I will be successful and I will reach my goals because I have to.
What would you do if you were going to meet a guy that you sort of thought was cute and funny and he was bringing his friends and you were supposed to bring your friend too but life happened? Would you back out? Would you just not go? That probably would have been what most women would have done. But not me. Nope. And of course the universe laughed at that one. Or at least it felt like it in my mind. I was nervous admidittdly because I had no back up and was going in alone but this was my first weekend to do something fun in a while so I was pretty stoked about this escape room. It was my idea after all. The first major hiccup was my friend bailing on me, not her fault but that was a bummer. For both of us. Then my gps can’t find this guys house and so I’m thinking he’s given me a fake address the whole time and I’m thinking “well I guess I’ll go have a few beers downtown” when he finally offers to meet me somewhere on foot by his house. I was mortified. I had never gotten so lost in my life. And I LIVE here!! How does that even happen? Next we get to downtown finally, and we are walking to meet his friends and what do you know, my shoe breaks. Yup. Right there on palofax. All I could do was laugh it off. That’s all you really can do when stuff like that happens. But at this point I was feeling jinxed in Pensacola. We got to the bar and at that point I needed a beer. I had earned it. But wouldn’t ya know we only had like five minutes. That sucker got downed. How was I supposed to face escaping Palofax with all these dudes I didnt even know. I knew I would and I could though and that it would be fun. What made this so challenging for me was not being in control of the situation. As a woman we like be in control of our surroundings the first few dates lol. I was clearly outnumbered and being locked in a room for an hour with no adult beverages doesn’t help with nerves. For once I just let everyone else do the work and take the lead. I found a few clues, we all had fun with the black light, (which doesn’t work so great during the day if you plan on going ), the game locked us out, one of our teammates “Cheated”, we were down to the last 30 seconds when one of our teammates started to figure it out. Alas, it was too late. We had to be let out. But even though we lost, it was a great time. Don’t be dumb but always take risk. Get out of your comfort zone. I know I’m glad I did. I never thought I would enjoy breaking a shoe and getting lost and being in an escape room full of Marines. Do something you wouldn’t normllly do. I may not have escaped palofax but I did escape some comfort zones and I can be proud of that.
I was thrilled we didn’t win so much so I didn’t even know where to look lol #oops #lularoe #Amelia