Sometimes, having dark times simply puts into perspective how much power we have to fly when we are ready. :)
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I've been toying with
sharing
what is really going on in my life right now. For me it's one of the
most
personal things I've shared here. Which almost seems hard to do
I
guess.A few weeks ago a
friend
caught on and learned that I had a plan in place and had been getting
the final
pieces completed for weeks so I could commit suicide. It's still
hard for me to
express it in those words. It scares the shit out of me in all
reality. Me?
Suicide? I still fight the urge to cry every time I think about
what I was going
to do. Maybe the fear and tears come from the fact I know I
was really going to
do it.Asking yourself why I
would
want to do that? I don't have one solid reason, but I swore I did.
These are the
reasons suicide came into play for ME.* Pain. I'm always in
pain
and have been for over a year now. Pelvic Floor Pain is a real thing and
it
SUCKS! I find little relief from the pain and to live with it day in and
day out
is almost too much.* Mental Health. I've
been
out of therapy for 7 months and I'm seeing my Psychiatrist but my meds
are just
not balanced. To cry at nothing, be afraid to get in my car and
drive, sleep
days away sucks. I';I've shut out friends and secluded myself
away from everyone
but my mother. She is the one I should have gotten the
space from. It's just
spiraled out of control.* Mom. I'm not sure I need
to
add to this part if you've read my LJ for any time, however I will
explain. My
mothers me but her love is toxic. I come home from NC and she can
no longer be
independent. She knows I've got an apartment to move into, but
she is doing all
she can to keep me in her control. I allow this and I know I
shouldn't. Which is
where the living at home at 36 is killing
me.* Me. I'm my own worse
enemy
in all this. In my crazy head my friends and my family are better off
without
me. That me killing myself would bring them all this inner peace they
all need
and deserve. This thought I carried with me for a month while I
figured out what
needed to be settled, how I would do it and where I would do
it. That one
irrational thought almost helped kill me.Food. I haven't been
really
eating. For that month before my Disney trip and then after I wasn't
eating. It
made me feel sick or I just didn't want it at all. This greatly
effected and
still effects my moods.I could have avoided all
this
one simple way. Talking. I didn't talk to my friends or family at all. I
shut
down for a month, maybe longer. If I had just talked to someone maybe I
could
have avoided a really good friend having to talk me into going to the
ER for an
evaluation. I fought it, fought ever single moment, yet I went. Not
because of
my friend, but because my therapist I hadn't seen in 6 months said
I went or she
was sending them to my job to get it. You've no idea how scary
that is, to think
that your deepest, darkest secret will be exposed to
strangers. It terrified the
hell out of me.Today. Today I'm still
not
feeling 100%, hell I'm happy on a 50% day. This has been a horrible month and this journey is
going to
be fucking hellish. I'm scared because I don't have full control. I
have control
over a lot of things and I'm slowly taking those steps and doing
all I can to
beat down those fears. It's the parts that I can't fully control
that scare me
more. With this whole ramble said, I have a journey/pain and
tons of soul
searching ahead of me. I'm not ready for all this, but I'll get
through it. I
always do and with that said:When something like this
in
life happens and the acts are the darkest, those who are truly your
friends walk
into that darkness, grab your hand and walk out with you as you
find your way.
I'm very thankful for those people in my
life.
As I work through my stuff here, I hope that maybe some how sharing what I went through and what I'm currently doing will help someone else.
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You are The Wheel of Fortune
Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
intoxication with success
The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

You are The Moon
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
The wedding was wonderful. We couldn't have asked for a better day for the ceremony and it allowed us to do it on the gazebo which I loved. Tam and her family made sure I didn't need to do a single thing that morning. They got the whole reception area together and set everything up outside. All I did was go get a mani and pedi with the girls. Come home and relax with Sharon and Frank and then shower and head out for pictures. I need to post more pictures as soon as I can.
Momma is doing ok. The iron pills are not working so today is blood work and then seeing the doctor next week to see what the next step will be. I'm concerned she will need to start chemo or radiation. If that is the case I will be going home soon to be with her. So I have no idea of the effect on my life it will have here. All the things I needed are in NC. Wonder if I can get temp therapy while I'm out there. I'm going to freaking need it.
I've got so much I want to say and write, but after getting started here I guess I just don't have it in me at this point. Sorry.
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Enjoy!!
More to come later and that includes photos.
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the guy that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the prostitute working the streets because I can't find anybody who will hire a transsexua...l woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am the Christian that can’t find a pastor to marry me to a woman in the eyes of God.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
I am the child that dreams of seeing my mum again. The courts won’t let me because she lives with another woman.
I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the brother that gets called a fag just because my brother isn’t ashamed of who he is.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the girl that was raped behind my school because some stranger wanted to teach me to be a “real woman”.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the guy down the street that can’t get a disability pension because my partner is a man.I am the woman who died when the paramedics stopped treating me because they found out I didn't have a female body.
I am the man that is afraid of losing his job, for expressing his true identity.
I am the mother that sees my son come home from school every day in tears because the other kids call him a girl.
I am the celebrity that wishes I could tell the would who I am, but I'm too scared.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the Youth Worker that sees hundreds of kids thrown out of home because they were honest with their families.
I am the girl that struggles to get up in the morning because school is so cruel to me.I am the footballer scared to come out because I might lose my contract.
I am the boy that always wanted a Barbie, but no one would let me have one.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.I am the woman that wants to join the army, but my family wont let me because I would look like a dyke.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”.
I am the bisexual whose friends don't want her to go to a movie with them because there'll be a homophobe there, and they don't want him to get mad at them for inviting me.
We are all around you.
We are the millions that want the hate to end.
