I am lion. Hear me roar!

Yesterday was one of the best days I had had in a long time. Felt like a regular day where the three of us could move the world, pick the stars and realign the planets.
What a fantastic sense of peace and strength. The love that binds us stronger than ever before. Once again my faith is restored not only in my ability to rise above anything life can dish up but also my knack to grow and draw strength from adversity. The three of us are yet again a force to be reckoned with, invincible and unstoppable.

So world, with all your judgemental, uneducated and misinformed, ill-intended, ill-informed, villainous, jealous, spiteful and down right uncalled for advice and opinions.

 

Bring it!

We are ready!

I am ready!

We will not in quietly into the night. We will not give up without a fight’.

And with our Creator in our corner, how could we ever taste despair or failure.

To the Power of Three!!!

Operation ME

This morning I feel again. Woke up without anxiety and was able to move a mountain with out effort or regret and with ease and conviction. I did good. Hope it was seen by those who have lost faith in me.

I am little by little regaining faith in myself and I imagine it will not be a swift or easy. But I will do my best to persevere on this journey to rediscovering myself.

Understanding my situation and accepting is stage 1 of  ‘Operation making me whole again.’

As they say, it has to get worse before it gets better. So I will hang tight and wait.

Avoidance not Abhorrence!!!

Avoidance.

Avoiding you.

 Avoiding your presence.

Avoiding your stare, your eyes.

For fear of what I might see.

Fear of disapproval.

Fear of anger.

Fear of  hopelessness and pain.

Fear of Fear.

Fear of the future

The fear is crippling, and debilitating.

The fear feels unsurmountable.

Avoidance becomes a skill to be employed for self preservation.

I do not subscribe.

I do not deliver.

I do not comply.

Not to what you ask.

Not to what you desire.

Not what you need.

And I have tried.

And sometimes I feel like I manage, only to be informed that incidents had occurred again.

Incidents I cannot recall or have experienced differently.

Only to be told I have regressed yet again.

Making me despondent.

Am I living a lie?

Am I fooling myself.

I wish I could answer negative to those questions conviction.

But I can’t…

Waves

Waves crashing onto the shore have a dual purpose.

Or maybe multiple purposes.

Mostly waves rush to shore to deposit unwanted objects.

Other times it creates a rhythmic melody that brings calm and inspiration.

Many times it creates a romantic backdrop for lovers to appreciate and celebrate their affections while creating precious memories.

That is but some of the beauty waves have to offer.

But waves are also unpredictable, moody, violent and even destructive.

In stormy weather waves can

slam a ship to shards,

hack homes into hellish heaps and

melt memories into molten mayhem.

It can wash away a life in am instant and disable another in a flash.

All this while merrily carrying out its designated task. Rolling and swaying too and fro.

And so does life  also occur. Just like the waves.

Sometimes friendly and pleasant. Bringing smiles to faces and memories to keep.

Other times life is stormy, destructive and painful.

Leaving deep painful gashes and splintered fractures on your soul, healing into lasting scars as reminders of the pain, sorrow and hurt once endured.

And just like old fractures who come to haunt you painfully in winter or amputated limbs with its phantom pains, the old hurt comes to haunt you when you least expect it and even less can afford it. Bringing with it feelings of regret, guilt, frustration and anger.

Turning your soul into an angry sea filled with violently self-destructive waves.

And just like the sea, as long as the stormy weather persists, the waves will roll and ravish all in its way until the storm subsides and the waves tires.

And if you are lucky, minimal damage would have been done to the shore. Damage that can be repaired with hopefully minimal lasting effects.

And so is cycle of the sea of life.

One minute calm and beautiful

 

and rough and raging the next…

Rollercoaster

 

For years we have been on is this rollercoaster. This way, that way, up then down, good then bad. A very tiresome life indeed.

 

And through all this time love was the constant. Didn’t matter what life or rather me, dished up, love made you hold on. Love made you have faith. Love made you support. Love made you believe and Love made you forgive.

 

 

But I also love. I also love much and deeply.

So when you hurt, I hurt.

 And I am the one inflicting or causing the pain (directly or indirectly).

 

I then in turn I hurt and overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and despair. The pain I see in your eyes stabs through me like the edge of a serrated knife tearing through the flesh of my heart.

And I have tried over time to not be the antagonist but seem to easily revert to that side of me as soon as I am with my back against the wall. Fearing what will happen this time. how will I mess up this time. Who will I hurt this time.

So tired of my own unkept promises.

So tired of dissappointing myself.

I am tired of breaking myself down.

So tired of feeling pain.

So tired of causing pain.

So tired of feeling like I can finally be happy.

But mostly,

Iam tired of seeing pain in your eyes

Unhappiness n your eyes.

I’m sorry…

But even those words must sound so hollow by now…

Its takes three

Getting married was the best thing ever. Being married to my husband was a blessing and gift from God. For the first time I was happy, I felt wanted. I felt valued, I felt safe but mostly I felt loved.

But darkness still loomed. The past. The sins of a father was not going to accept defeat so easily. Past demons will not be vanquished with a little thing called love.
It continued its onslaught and attack on me, my life and inadvertedly, those I loved

There would be good times where all was good and laughter and smiles were frequent and plenty.
Times when love grew and life flourished. When coming home was exciting and being a family was a joy.

But then there were dark times. Times when the past and all its pain threw dark, scary, horrid shadows on our lives. When laughter was replaced with screaming and smiles replaced with tears. Excitement was replaced with fear and affection replaced with resentment.When emptiness was king and sadness reigned supreme.

And so it was for 17 years. This way and that way. Happiness and sadness. Never knowing what the next day bring. Unpredictable uncertainty. That was our life.

But every cloud has a silver lining. And our stormy cloud was laced with love. A strong, unrelenting, all forgiving, self-sustaining, un-apologetic and constant love for each other. And that love together with am overwhelming desire to be together and stay together became the primary combatant against the relentless assault of pain and sorrow.

But wait there’s more…

Life is always fair and always gives us what we need and what we deserve. And so we were blessed with a further addition and extention to our family. But not a conventional addition like a new baby, but rather a new wife, an additional wife to my husband in the form of my sister-wife and am additional sibling to my children in the form of her five year old son.
Now our family is larger, with more support, more hands when needed but mostly more love. More love to give and much much more love to receive and share. Now our family flourishes even more than before because…

Sometimes it takes more than two people to make a family work.

Helping Hands, Pseudo Sickness,Veiled Vicinity

Dealing with life is different for each each person uses their own tools and skills they have acquired over time. And how we deal with joy and adversity is also totally subject to the background and coping mechanisms of that specific individual.

 

However adversity rather than joy has the strange way of regressing the individual to that childhood place of when we experienced discomfort, and then we respond to this negative emotion in an almost childlike manner. And that very thing we desired as a child, be it love, affection, comfort or acknowledgement then becomes a primary objective. And because of the primal, intuitive nature of the desire, we automatically revert back to same means we employed as a child in the hope of getting the need fulfilled.

 

For example, throughout my childhood I had two primal needs.

1. to feel safe.

 

2. to conceal what was hurting me and trying to deal with it on my own and in secret.

 

Thus at the slightest wink of pain or discomfort I tend to revert to bad habits and shut out the world and attempt to and believe that I can resolve my challenge or problem on my own.

 Then I know of another individual when faced with life struggles  total shutdown occurs and he goes into a very silent space. Shutting down in every way and becoming  almost recluse. Or so it may appear to those looking on.

So learnt behaviour easily becomes the norm and just like when we were kids and we got bullied by the school bully, we would rather feign a headache or tummy ache than actually reach out for help by telling an adult.

So as adults we do the same. We try to either deal with problems alone or we do manifest our need for help in an obscure manner and then hope that someone will recognise our cry for help and reach out to us. Whether it’s because we don’t have the strength or the courage to ask for help or whether we do not realise we need a help. The bottom line is, we deprive ourselves of that which is freely available and easy to access.

The helping hand

from

someone who cares.

  

So reach out, there is a hand waiting to take yours or catch you should you fall