I have anxiety, usually on a daily basis. Some good days and some bad but as an artist, that can be hard. So I decided to start painting anxiety art. It never has a duplicate because it is based on my anxiety level that day. I love it because it gives me the chance to revamp what is making me anxious (which can be anything) and I can express myself through art. Good days make for happier paintings, anxious days show me just how hard that day was. So, I am calling it Anxiety art. I name them as i wish. This is Universe.
My daughter loved all Holidays but her favorite were Valentines day and halloween. She LOVED them. It is especially hard because she died three days after valentines day. It makes it hard to celebrate this day but I still send or text or call out Happy Valentines day to others. I didn’t for a long time but now I can.
It used to cause severe panic attacks and long bouts of crying. I cried this morning but I was able to tone it down. I will probably play songs for her today but maybe I won’t. I don’t know yet. I know I keep a candy heart for her and I go and look at her picture. She loved life and from that I try to do the same.
I value everyone in my life, I love them and I am so very grateful for the sweet people who think of me on this day and call, text or message. they do not realize how much it means. So, Nikki, Happy Valentines to your smile, your memory, your laughter and the love you never failed to show me and tell me. I will love you. Always. Love, Mom
Yep, that’s right. When Life throws you lemons, brew a cup of coffee or tea. Sit down and sip the good strong taste. I am not a laid back guru type but I do meditate sometimes. Just to get away from it all. I find music soothing and when life turns sour, I have to do something to control the hot temper I am known to have.
I am very outspoken and I am not one that can easily curb my tongue but I do try. Sooooooo, I try to find ways when life throws a curve to boomerang it back so I can smile and act like the smiling sweet and calm person I am often not. Since I have anxiety this is VERY important. I will overthink why there is a reason my egg yolk busted. There must be someone cursing me that day. hahaha.
So, I guess I am trying to encourage those of us who can get discouraged easily to find ways to fight back without killing someone. I wouldn’t think that would be a very good idea. So, remember throw that lemon in the trash and get to brewing.
I have been doing better. I am learning to redirect my mind, use the 1,000 plus methods I have found and yes, still take a med when needed but that is getting better too. But there are the dark days. Those are the days when it seems o consume my life. The days when I get out of bed and know it is coming. It is all an illusion in our brain telling us things that we have to fear or worry over even though we do not. But we fear it anyway.
Those days are not fun. i am edgy, frustrated over something I just DO NOT GET. Why? I was always in control of my life. This makes me feel like I am a puppet and no matter what I do, it is there. Waiting to creep up or just spring up out of nowhere. o, I try and focus more on the good days and I try to defeat the bad and dark ones. I try to focus on anything, and I mean anything that will not let it spiral out of control. It is working most of the time.
But one dark day can ruin it. So, for all of us who suffer from it, look for that ray of sun, the child or person who can divert you from that feeling. That awful, scary feeling. Smile anyway. Yes, almost impossible but do it and then try to get past it. Read, work, do anything that can bring us back to the light. Above all, hang on.
I went through the next day, calling and thinking maybe you were trying to be a grown adult so you were not trying to get to a home phone but in my heart I knew. I had known since it happened I think that you were in that car wreck but my heart could not accept it. Finally, that evening, your sister called and said “Mom, did you check the hospitals?” I said, “No, but let me call her friend’s dad”. I didn’t want to call. I ask Dan to call her friends dad but I was scared. I whispered, “God, please let it be okay, please”. I heard Dan tell the dad, “No man, just hit me up? What is going on?” Then he came back into the room and fell to his knees. I knew.
It was her in the wreck but we were not allowed to be notified because only one person was thrown out of the car. It had somehow jumped the median from one side of the interstate to the other and was hit by an SUV. Then it rolled off to the side of the road and according to a witness, it exploded. Anyone inside the car was not able to be identified so we were not allowed to be called. Only that father. I went numb. I called your sister and told her to put her boyfriend on the phone. I asked him to bring her home. I knew from the girl who was thrown from the car that it was you. The dad said everyone was killed.
Someone called the family. People started coming. I think I was in a state of shock. All I remember the rest of that day was talking briefly to our moms and your dad’s mom who was telling me she was coming the next morning. I know people came and I know your sister was talking to people and Dan was and your friend from two streets over was there but that is it until the 19th. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I went and sat in your room and I cried.
February 19th. 2007
I am writing on a crap piece of paper I found and I am crying. I cannot do this. I cannot do this. I feel like I cannot breathe. I am crying so bad I think I will never stop. I miss you so much. You were the one in our family who kept us laughing. You looked at everything with hope and it was always, “It’s all good mom, and Where id the love?” when I got upset. You loved your sister like nothing else in this world. You loved people. You loved life. You loved Dan like he was your dad. You simply cannot be gone.
Granny came and your dad’s family is trying to help find out the facts. Your cousin that you are closest in age to is crying, your sister has been crying and so many but I cannot help them. Your cousin in Afghanistan called and he is crying because they won’t let him come home. Dear God, this cannot be real. It is all a very bad dream. Your Aunts and Uncles, cousins, grandparents, sister, Dan. All here Even your dad and his family. I am in house full of people but I am ALONE. So alone. I miss you so much. I cannot believe this is real.
I wish you could understand my world. But you cannot unless you live it. It is not a place you choose to be and they say many things can cause it but I can say that your love and trying to at least understand would mean more than all of the money in the world.
But you choose to see me as a weird person who is crazy or needs mental help because I go through this. Do not be so quick to judge. My panic only started three years ago. You could not understand it so you walked away from it. You chose to run from it like it might be contagious. It isn’t.
So, I have learned to deal with it on my own and some prayer. I have learned to accept that people will talk about me or judge me but I am the same as you. I just have an issue. Live my life and then maybe you can say i have no reason for panic. But I can promise if you ever have panic or anxiety, you will never think again like you do now.
But, I have a couple of people who are trying now to help and understand it. They are there even if they do not know what to do. They have held my hand and sat while I cried. But I am coming through the storm each day and learning that I am STILL the strong person I used to be just a little different in how I view people and life.
I walked alone for a while but there were foot prints in the sand I didn’t see.
Perhaps I did go a little crazy when she died. Maybe losing the child you gave birth to and watched grow up and cared for with her disability and never realized she would be gone without warning at 23 made me different.
You do not understand and I hope you never do understand. That means you lost your child too and I wouldn’t want to wish that on anyone. It is a loss you learn to live with but never get over.You learn to laugh again and God brings other love into your life but it does not take away the pain at times.
I became better in some ways but in others I changed. I needed more from those I loved, I was scared and I was devastated. I developed panic issues. I went through the five stages. I went through Hell and came back a little burned. i turned back to God and I have tried to make her proud.
I have loved my only other child and adore my gbabies. I love my husband and son-in-law. I love mom and other mom. And step dad and other family. But, yes I changed. When you lose a child you always do. I hope you never have to look at me and say, ” I understand”.