Bring It On!

February 8, 2013

Going on my third night without sleep.  My mind is absolutely buzzing.  I’m not even sure what it is I am thinking about exactly, as thoughts are flying around in there at an alarming rate.  It is so odd.  An idea forms and I begin to think it through, and then another thought bombards into that idea, sending it flying into the ether.  Which in turn is replaced by yet another notion…and so it goes.  I feel like I am using an inordinate amount of brain power without having any results to show for it.  I must admit, this is a far cry from where I was in December, paralyzed with inertia.  Now when I sit still, my head is a racetrack.  I am finding too, that I have energy to start tasks that would otherwise have been impossible for me to even fathom when I was in the doldrums.  But again, completion escapes me.  I start with one chore and get it half finished, and then it occurs to me that something else also needs to be addressed, so I leave the first job undone and move on to the next.

I’ve decided to take a break.  It is a gorgeous day and I am out on my swing at 1:10 PM.  T and S have joined me.  The birds are sweetly singing, chirping out the news of the day, and the sky is azure blue.  I LOVE my swing.  It is so peaceful.  The gentle swinging action puts me at ease.  Much like how I imagine a baby must feel when it is being rocked.  I look at my dried raspberry bushes and wonder of their bountiful promise this summer.  My apple and cherry trees stand stalwart respectively, awaiting the time when they will spring to life and be laden with pristinely white blossoms.  My lilac tree behind me displays its branches, that guarantee will hold the heady scent of lilac when they bloom in June.  My wind chimes are tinkling.  Fairy chimes.  There is a cool breeze, but the sun is warm.  The breeze wafts around me, as the sun shines on my face and hands.  The warmth of it spreads through my body to its very core.  My coat is undone.

The East side of my yard is blanketed with snow.  Banked and white.  The West side has some snow as well, but it is melting and there are puddles along the fence and in the raspberry bushes.  The North side against the house is a combination of dry and muddy parts, and the crown of my strawberry rhubarb plant is bravely peeking out.  The South side against the garage is deep with brilliantly sparkling snow.  I must remember to clear those rocks out by the side of the garage so my raspberries can continue to grow.  I can’t wait for spring to come when N will come and finish the backyard!

T is in amongst the raspberry bushes.  One of his favourite haunts during the summer months.  S has just scaled a snow drift mountain, and is perched on top, sniffing the air.  It feels and looks like spring, but I am afraid we have lots more winter left to experience.  It’s hard to believe on a day like today.  A jewel of a day!  I just took a deep breath of air into my lungs and it even smells like spring!  That fresh, slightly dank aroma of mulched leaves and dirt.  Why, I see a few sprigs of green grass!  Hey…I see LOTS of green grass sprouting up!  Oh, wouldn’t it be amazing if after all these years of having Phil the Groundhog see his shadow, that this year he didn’t and we got an early spring instead?  What a time worthy of celebration!  An early spring and an extra long summer would fit the bill perfectly!  Perhaps I should send out some wishes to the universe to bolster the possibility of this happening.

The universe…God…whatever is out there.  I have felt for so long that It/He/She doesn’t like me, or rather cares little for me, but likes to challenge me for its own entertainment.  And not JUST me.  A score of us purple sheep the world over,  A universal entertainment troupe.  The folks on the planet who struggle, or suffer, in varying degrees, for what benefit?  For whose benefit?  It’s hard to make sense of all the pain that exists in the world.  To justify why it is present.  Why IS it present?  What purpose does it serve?  It’s easier to think that someone or something up there is simply watching a television program that we have all been cast in.  And ratings are always higher when adversity is featured.  I have always said I wanted to touch people.  To make them laugh, or think, or cry, through my acting and my stand up routines.  Maybe I got my wish.  Just not in the way I thought I would.  The audiences that I had hoped to enthral have been diminished to one being…or one entity.  And the time that I was meant to be on the stage is actually my life as I live it each day.

Today I am feeling positive.  I’m not sure why.  Perhaps it is because I am riding a tide of delirium that has occurred because of my lack of sleep.  It doesn’t really matter why.  How long has it been since I felt this way?  Can I even remember a time?  I just feel like I can handle anything that comes my way.  So if there IS a being out there that wants to be entertained, I am ready and willing and standing by the stage door.  Bring on the events as you see fit!  But this time, I am writing the final script, and I will be the one that enjoys the show!

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July 2, 2017

Well, that passage is far removed from most of  the others that I have penned earlier in 2013.  At the end of it there is a cocky challenge that I sent out to the universe.  Something that I wouldn’t necessarily do today.  But unbeknownst to me, I was sailing along on the high at the start of a manic episode, and such behaviour is common at this time.  Although I think it is wise to have an attitude of confidence, I have learned that too much of a good thing can get me into trouble.  On the other hand, I don’t think with my life-long history of self-loathing and depression, that I could EVER reach a point where I was overly confident!  Hah!

As I read, I am taken back to this time.  Despite the fact I was just recovering from a debilitating bout of depression; that I had no job; that I had no way to pay my bills; that I had lost most of my friends due to my illness; and that I struggled daily to feed myself and maintain a weight that would be substantial enough for me to survive on, I was happy IN THAT MOMENT.  Whether it was derived from a chemical imbalance in my brain or not, there is no denying the contentment in my voice as I described my treasured back yard oasis.  What I want to remember about this important fact is that rain is followed by sunshine.  So many of the memories I have in my life are difficult, or shrouded in pain and sadness.  I seem to have forgotten most of the lovely and happy times I have shared with my family and friends.  Whether it is due in part to the ECT, or because I wasn’t really present in the times as they were occurring, I do not know.  It’s very unnerving to be so blank about my past.  But that day’s writing is a reminder to me that I have had good days.  That I will continue to have good days.  And for those that are less than that, I now have strategies in place that will assist me in finding my way through any darkness that may come.

 

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