The post I created on November 17, 2015 was about how I finally crossed the line between void and light….though the dimness was about the same but my psyche started leaning more towards the light instead of the dark (and bed). I started reducing my meds, and then I started putting requirement on me like getting my CNA and HHA so I could get a job with hospice. The only thing I learned from that course is that being a CNA is not what I want to be. The information and skill set I learned helped me with Mom, but again, I don’t want to do that again. Maybe if I were a mother myself the wiping my mom’s nether region wouldn’t have been as traumatizing……I dunno.
I mentioned that I came down on my anti anxiety pills, which is good, and I haven’t gone back up other than as needed for extreme stress/anxiety inducing situations….like the day Mom died. I think I took 2 Xanax throughout the day instead of just one. However, I’ve held steady with my other meds for the last 2 years since I wrote that post. Now I’m unemployed, I have until February 10 before insurance goes poof so I need to get back into the field of being an in home support person. I just signed up for school, so that’s going to put a strain on me, and I can’t exactly go down on my meds at this point…..
What if I can’t afford COBRA, or Covered California?
What if no one wants to hire me because of my age/weight/toothlessness? (Mom liked to hammer on that nail all the time and I can still hear her “You’d be so pretty if you just got your tooth fixed” in my head). We’ll get to this kind of stuff some other time.
I am teaching myself to self-soothe that doesn’t include cookies or candy or shopping. I remind myself constantly that Heavenly Father didn’t create me to fail. If I fail it’s because I fail to try. I have to put my foot out to step and trust the ground will be there. And though all these sentiments are rather trite they are no less true. I just don’t know how to quell the fear that I a going to overload my brain and then rush back to the safety of my bed. Staying in bed is so safe, so peaceful and so not the way to get anything done, but the warmth convinces me not to care……
I guess I sort of went off point, or maybe not. I’m not, for the lack of a better word, better. I’m also not back in the void. I can feel the attraction still, the safety of the known. I am looking forward to taking the Light-Rail to school, studying in the coffee shop just down the street from the school and how I’m going to study. (key words, looking forward to) I have the mobility to go back to the void and look in and choose not to be subsumed, and it can be a big pull some days/hours, or I can walk back out to the shaded sun I’m in now. Maybe it will break me, maybe I’m not ready but it’s not going to stop me from trying. Papa always paraphrased Matthew 17:20 to me:
If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed…
nothing shall be impossible unto you.
I should be able to muster up the faith of a tiny mustard seed.
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An excellent choice. 🙂
Thanks! And thanks for reading.