tap…tap…tap…is this thing on?
If you’re out there than hi! I’m writing again! We’ll see how long it lasts and whether or not it makes me feel better but for now, if you’re there, I’m here…and even if you’re not there I’m here because after all it’s all about me (but you already knew that).
For those of you that know me let me just say that yes, I’m still sober and very happy with that decision. I don’t know what label I prefer (alcoholic, problem drinker, dual diagnosis with my depression) but I do know that I don’t want to feel that particular More Monster ever again. I say that particular More Monster because, of course, I have several more which is why I’m back…that and because I can’t afford therapy in the traditional sense.
All I know is that I feel a pull to the keyboard that I haven’t felt in a VERY long time. A need to remove my thoughts and put them somewhere where I can properly arrange and re-arrange until I can make some sense of what is rolling around in there. A need to PROCESS what is becoming a constant, and very boring btw, dialog about myself and how inadequate I am as a human. In other words, my depression. I’ve ridden this rollercoaster for so long now (almost 25 years) and I’m so bored with the whole process I could spit. I’m so tired of hearing my own voice in my head that I just want her to shut the ever-loving fuck up – and that feeling scares me. It feels like giving up on myself and accepting what is and that is not what I do.
I do not give up.
I was taking steps to find and see a therapist and I was about to pull the trigger when I realized how much it was going to cost me, out-of-pocket, to go and talk to a stranger about things that could just as easily be typed out in a blog for a others (or no one) to read. It worked so well while I was getting sober why shouldn’t it work again? In fact, while I was praying the other morning, the thought just popped in my head – WRITE. Never being one to ignore a God moment I thought, “Well okay then!”
So this will likely start out with a long stream of consciousness that will essentially be gibberish until I have the time to sort it all out. Fortunately the published versions of that gibberish will not actually BE gibberish as I’ve learned how to save things in draft to return (or not) later. I hope that I can retrain my brain to vomit my thoughts all over the page again since that seems to be the only way for me to truly process what’s happening.
I may take this blog private depending on what I have to say or I may leave it public. There are a few souls out there who I once trusted that I may or may not trust any longer and therefore with whom I do not want to share even more intimate details. Then there are those that I actually NEED to hear from (you know who you are and even if you don’t, I’ll reach out to make sure you do) and even if I go private, they’ll know how to get to it. Then again, I really love when random souls stumble on my writing and take away something. It’s like I’m repaying the Universe for all those bloggers who loved me until I could love myself again.
But for now I’ll just say…