emotions

Rough Bumps

Decided to write a post about rough bumps in the road today.
After all, I do live in New England currently. (insert pothole here)

I’ve been trying to get better at processing my bad days and my good days. Lately its been a little difficult to do even that. Nobody genuinely talks about the shitty parts of depression and anxiety. Two huge things that have continued to ransack my days here lately. One positive thing is I am now able to realize which is which between just a bad day and me relapsing.

Seasonal depression has been a factor of my life for quite a while. I know once I post this, I will have the comments of, “Well you don’t look sad.”
Things like this do not help, nor are they anywhere near helpful. It only makes me more upset and anxious about explaining how I feel.

With all of that said, I have had very good times as well lately. Ollie is finally healing, he had a surgery done and wasn’t healing properly and had to have a second surgery. Which means my house has been super chaotic. This all leading to rough bumps in the road. I have my days as anybody with anxiety will know happens and I can’t begin to explain how difficult it is to deal with somebody like me. Marlon has been making this look like a cake walk. I only wish to have half the perseverance he has. Anybody with a spouse who has a mental disorder will understand this post. This past weekend we did a lot to help our move in 5 months be a little easier and it stirred up a lot of anxiety. I couldn’t sleep last night and instead of laying in bed he stayed up with me just knowing the fact that I just wasn’t feeling that great. For all these bumps in the road you sometimes forget the good things, or even the great things that are to come. I decided to write this post to show maybe somebody else that everybody has bumps in the road. Its up to you to decide whether they’re just bumps. I hope this reaches the people it was meant to, and as always.

xoxo

 

he who feels all my emotions

I normally don’t do entries like this one, but this week I came home from a vacation from Florida with my husband and I am more emotional than usual. It had been about two or three years since Marlon and I had been to Florida and not had something traumatic cause our appearance.  I’ve been thinking about the road I’ve been on the past 4 years with him, it’s been a long bumpy road.

Tonight for the first time in a long time, I kneel’d down to pray. I found myself crying. Not because I was necessarily sad, or even angry.  I cried from the overwhelming gratefulness I felt to be able to say, I made it. I could feel the biggest impact of three words… “I made it.” I had survived so many different obstacles that the world threw in our path. I’m not sure why I just had felt the overwhelming emotion of that saying, but I could say I successfully maintained my marriage, jobs, my fur baby and still am alive.

I know many people who haven’t made it to today, I know that the big picture I want is so clear today. For the first time it has made everything else seem so small. I constantly get so lost into one small problem that turns into a huge river of emotions that pushes me back 30 steps. For each day my depression won or my anxiety stopped me from being able to do something and I failed to realize that I was much stronger than both of them. He always had my back for me to fall and cry, or to be silent because I was disappointed in myself because I always wanted to be able to do more than I felt capable of. He kept me afloat, He kept me well, He kept me present. Even when I’d fall back onto the past. He’d bring me to today, which being married to somebody who has “days” is such a job in itself let alone a regular marriage. For that, I am so grateful.

To he who feels all my emotions, I love you more than anything. Thanks for always being my help and light through every dark tunnel and pursuing every single dream I have everyday. Even if I can’t say it out loud sometimes, I am grateful and love you every single day more and more.