It doesn’t have to be like this…..

It doesn’t have to be the world as I view it. The world is full of people who would rather ignore someone they love as opposed to helping them through difficult times. We live in a world where we are expected to be all smiles and happy and joyful and many, many days we are. We strive to be and feel the happiness we know is within. We are not miserable, hateful people. We long to feel love of others, we WANT to see the rainbow behind the clouds.
We love our life and we know our blessings. We are happy with what we have been given but we are different. The depression, anxiety or panic take over at times and we are so desperately trying to escape it that we do see the sun. But it is not because we don’t want to, we can’t. We still function as normal people but we react a little different. Things that regular people just brush off, we take it personal.
We live a world of sometimes thinking we will never be able to do enough, love enough and at times we may even try to buy the love of others. We KNOW you do not understand the pain. But it doesn’t have to be like this. Just try and look inside of us. Try to read about what we go through. Try to understand that we want and eventually WILL be able to get through this but just sometimes, a hand held, a smile given, a word of encouragement or just listening can pull us through. It doesn’t have to be this way. But it is.

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I miss your smile……..

Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. I look at your picture and that beautiful smile. Sometimes, when my heart can take it, I think of all of the memories. I miss so much about you and I know you are in a better place now but some days are just more painful than others.
I miss how you made us all laugh in this family and when you died, I say that word now but for years I just couldn’t, it is like you took a ray of sunshine from this family unit with you.
You were such a beautiful soul and I know people say that a lot about loved ones they miss but you truly were. you were so unique and so beautiful in spirit and heart. Your heart was kind and forgiveness came easily to you. I just want you to know, I. love. you. Always. Love,
Mom

Life is not always a ray of sunshine but it is the Sunshine of love that can help a person suffering or a cloud of rejection that can destroy.

Another long journey of people upset or mad or hurt because I reacted differently than I should. They are right that they do not understand but the way to help is to accept what makes me “strange” to them and maybe try and understand instead of turning their backs and saying, “We don’t deserve this”. Well, I don’t either but here I am. I spent my life until 3 and a half years ago trying to help people, animals, family, friends, etc. until the trauma I guess from the last few years or something from my childhood gave me anxiety, depression and panic attacks. I have an issue but I am not mentally ill only emotionally traumatized by the power of anxiety. The worst reaction I can get is being disowned again. I am not a bad person but I do see some things differently. I just don’t play roles. I am who I am. Loved by very many isn’t one of them. The bridge is easier to cross if someone is there holding your hand.

Sometimes I wonder what you might have been like today. For us moms who lost our babies before or shortly after birth.

I do not talk about you much at all. My little 1 pound 15 ounce baby boy Paul Ryan. It is not because I am ashamed but because the pain is so great of never knowing who you might have become. You lived two days before a vessel in your brain bled out. You were beautiful. And my only son that I know of.
After you, I had your sister Nikki and she was 3 pounds and 14 ounces and she lived to be 23 when she was taken from us in a car accident and that was another time my heart was torn. Then I kept trying and I had many two month pregnancies before your baby brother or sister ( I never knew) just didn’t make it. Time to dream but not enough time to know. Finally, I had your youngest sister, Amber and she is fine and has a little one of her own now.
But, you and Nikki and your unknown siblings are in Heaven. It hurts when I think of her and when I think of you. I guess it hurts more with you and Nikki because I saw you, I touched you, I kissed your faces. That doesn’t mean those I never met didn’t hurt though. I am so blessed to have one of you left here with me and I have so much joy from that and my little grand child of love.
I wish I could have watched you grow, play, laugh and see what it was like for a son of mine to become a man. But, I hold your little face in my heart and I love you all. I just sometimes wonder what my little boy would be like today. I love you Paul Ryan.

I know you don’t like me but why?

I know you don’t like and many others don’t either but I don’t understand why. Is it because I am honest and say what I think? Is it because I can read people pretty well and you are aloof because you think I will see you for what you are? Maybe I see you as a really good person. Maybe I see you as hurting like me. Is that so bad?
Is it because I do anything I can for anyone? Yes, I am used by some people need me and shunned when they don’t many times but I am aware of it. I just choose to accept it. I am not dumb or just oblivious to what they are doing. I. just. accept. it. That does not make me a bad person. No, I am not fake. What you see is what you get but I guess if I am not with the “in people” of today, I am just too much. Why? Because I express my pain or hurt? Because I cry sometimes? Because I do not agree with everything you say or do? I don’t judge you. I just don’t agree with it and you can disagree with me and that is okay.
But still, you don’t like me. Why? I just do not understand.

Sometimes I get so angry that I can’t just be me …… And still be loved.

Sometimes I DO get angry that I cannot be accepted for who I am and still be loved. I understand I can be out spoken, that I do not live the way most do, happy, hiding behind pain, or some who are just fake and smile at everyone but talk about them behind their back. Or even just nice people who cannot deal with any emotions except joy and smiling and I do not begrudge them, they just have to be who they are and I love them anyway.

However, in most cases I cannot get the same back in return. Yes, I laugh and I have fun. But I do not hide my pain because I can’t. I survive this crazy world of panic and anxiety but I also know that brings with it a lot of over thinking and things like that. I am outspoken yes, but at least I am honest about it. I am REAL.

I do not have friends because people cannot take a blunt, open person I guess. Or they cannot face a person with “issues”. But sadly, they never meet the person with the big heart who will do anything I can for anyone. Who cries for those who are broken. Who wants to be a part of things but sometimes I am aware I will not be accepted.

I just want to know why people can’t accept me as I am and still love me?

A day in the life of Humans with anxiety..

We are so complicated, each of us unique in our way. But the more I watch people, myself included, I realize we are all unique yet alike in many ways. We say we could care less but we do care. Somewhere deep inside, we really do. We hide our feelings and some of us express them maybe too much but others bottle them up until they explode like a volcano until it explodes.
We forgive but some forgive and hold on while some of us forgive and get hurt over and over but we still do it. We laugh when we want to cry or cry when we want to laugh. We wish people understood what we go through but when we try to explain it, they just cannot understand even when they try.
Our world is a chaotic, upside down, fairground where anything can happen. We can and most of us do control it but when the fear sets in it is real.And it hits in so many different ways. Mine is usually with people. I know for me, I have a hard time telling when someone is mad or it is just my over thinking mind telling me that.
We are unique yes, but we are also some of the most compassionate humans who want love and be loved on the planet. Because we know and face fear or run from it everyday. We live in a large multi colored bubble of feelings and we battle it everyday.