So it’s been a little over a month since my last cringe-fest LiveJournal post! This is the last one that I’d sent myself, meaning this was the last one I felt that had some sort of substance I could comment on. I might quickly scroll through again just to see, but this may or may not be my last LJ post! Another poem, when I was a sophomore I believe. Reading it over, it’s almost like I was trying to write a song. Hmm, maybe I was? I cannot honestly remember. Maybe I’ll start playing with this a bit… Enjoy~
Almost two months ago, I posted a blog on The Bipolar Writer Blog called Relationships & C-PTSD. I’ve talked about C-PTSD before, and what my definition of it is, as well as wondering if I am too guarded. Recently, I was chatting with a friend of mine and told her that I was emotionally ready to BE in a relationship, but not yet ready to START a relationship. Today, I’m going to talk about my thoughts, fears, and hopes about dating and joining the dating realm again.
So I think this is only week three (???) of my “new schedule” and for two out of the three weeks I have had one day late. I have been doing my best to rest and have minimal screen time, so I was unable to post yesterday.
Sometimes I feel the need to put my brave face on 24/7. Between struggling with my mental health, my PMDD, and grieving, my brave face has started faltering. Six months is a long time to stay strong. But even though I am struggling, it is okay to have those struggles.
Sometimes it is just plain hard to wake up first thing in the morning. When you suffer from mental health disorders, it can make it feel even more daunting. For today’s blog, I’ve put together a few tips and tricks I use to help get myself out of bed when it is the last thing I want to do.
Recently, I got a new friend request on my Facebook. I had not spoken to this person in a while, to the point where I honestly cannot recall the last time we spoke or spent time together. It’s been years. I was very taken aback by this gesture of a friend request. Why now? It’s been years and you just decide to pop up again? Not that either of us did anything to the other, we just lost communication- though if I’m being honest, I had no problem letting it drop.
So, this poem is much more personal. I wrote it while thinking about the day I lost my dad, and the time immediately surrounding it.