Panic & Anxiety

Holding on and trying not to let the little things become monsters in the light. Learning to adjust to the mind set of just letting go and going on past that “thing” that is trying to enslave me.

Going through the steps needed to teach us and me how we overcome and say enough of this! It is a battle but then there are victories so relying on the victories to try and topple the panic and anxiety. Learning to be alone and be okay.

Because we can do this!

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ADDICTION- The Silent Destroyer

Most of us have one. An addiction to something and that in itself is okay I guess. But there are other addictions that are stronger, more dangerous and they destroy. So, I will focus on the top ones I think are the most destructive and cause the most damage. Listed as follows: Pornography and drugs. There are many many more but these two seem to me to destroy the most lives of everyone around them.

Let’s start with pornography. People who watch it think it, “Hey, it is up to me, or in some cases, me and  my partner” but that is not really the case, in my opinion. First, it degrades the women AND men in the films. It gives a view of an unrealistic way of how sex should be. It leads some people to the lowest form which is child pornography. As for the adult pornography, eventually, it comes to a point where it is almost not even real sex. It is just people doing a ritual with one after another after another for hours on end.

Pornography destroys lives, marriages, families, children and it is a debased way of thinking. Sex is meant to be a beautiful union between two people. I know many will disagree with me but this is, just my opinion. How can any woman compete with a woman on a movie who usually looks like she is in top form, can do anything and I mean anything and a man who, well most men would envy I suppose.

I am not a person who has been around the block but I have watched it to see what the big deal was and I see men who are unusually um, well endowed i guess i should say and women who look like they have never lived out side of a gym. Perfect bodies and well, you get the point. The problem? Most men are average, most women are flawed in some area so the expectations will never be met. The most destruction though comes from the fact that it destroys so many people and to me that is sad. For whatever reason, it does something to the mind and normal isn’t normal anymore.

Drugs. Wow, this one could go on and on. Alcoholics are to me a part of this group.  Once a person becomes addicted to drugs, that becomes their God. They will do anything, say anything and go to any lengths to get what they need.  There is no path they wont cross, no heart they won’t break, no thing or person who will stop them and no lie they won’t tell. It isn’t personal. It is addiction. Parents, spouses,  children, friends, family. It isn’t about trying to hurt them but about an addiction that has taken over their lives. Whether it is prescription, illegal, or a combination of both the destruction goes in so many ways.

Loss of families, homes, jobs, feelings, lack of empathy, lack of clear or good thinking, loss of morals, making them also do things they would have never done before. So, we are at war and until or if we ever win this war, i think addictions like these are the saddest thing to ever hit our world.

A Poem for the day I wrote & a random quote from me.

Random quote: I am proud of who I am and what I have become. The sweat and tears it took to get there and the love I found along the way.

     THE SEARCH

We search all of our lives for the impossible dream.

Only to find it was there all along.

It wasn’t money, it wasn’t fame, it wasn’t popularity.

It is a smile from someone who cares,

the soft blow of a breeze or the love of a child,

the sound of ocean waves as they roll onto the white clean sand,

The song of a bird,

or just the joy of being loved.

When did you forget her?

Not the first year. Not much the second year but when she died, when did you forget her? Her name is rarely mentioned, her fb is never written in memory, her picture is never liked. Did you forget her when it was less painful to remember or did you just not really think of her even before?

Did you forget what she brought to our lives? Did you forget as life went on and it really meant that forgetting her was part of it? Do you ever go to her site and just remember? Did you forget how she laughed, did your forget her beautiful smile?

I wonder because I did not, can not and will not. I will never forget the horrible crash or the fire that consumed her body so that we could only do a cremation. I will never forget the part of my heart that left with her and I am glad because I am reminded everyday she is gone. I am glad she does not have to suffer anymore but I still remember.

Did you forget her when it became more of a hassle to put somewhere that you loved her? Was it because she was 23 and not 10 when she died? Was it because she meant nothing of enough importance to even think about? Look at her picture, think of who she was and I hope, then, you remember.

I THINK I WILL SCREAM NOW

Yep. I am back and forth. Should I laugh or scream? Should I walk a hundred miles without stopping or just sit in a chair and play a game on my phone? There are some days it seems like my nerves are screaming just under my skin and others that are like I am in a yoga state of mind.

I am happy and yet I feel alone. I am blessed but I feel like I have no one nearby to talk to who understands. I am fulfilled and yet I feel like everything is about to collapse underneath me.

I am on edge and yet I know it is inside my head. I am jumpy and tart and then I want  someone to comfort me but I cannot feel it when they give it. I cannot seem to quiet this ongoing battle in my brain long enough to make it believe that I am or should be okay.

Then I have more days where I am yoga happy and content. Painting, or writing or just watching a stupid show. Or I may be fixing something in or on the house. I have no friends. I do not crave them often but sometimes it would be nice. But I don’t have friends because of who I am.

I am blunt but I love. I am strict but I give a lot of affection to back it up. I am loyal but I hate to be trampled  on or lied to. Just say what you feel and be done with it. I probably won’t like it but that’s okay. I will admit it when I am wrong.

I am me. I am screaming inside, I look normal on the outside and I am sad that I am happy but this feeling won’t let me get past it sometimes. Then I feel guilty because I am unable to fight through the panic zone. After that I am happy to have conquered it once again.

There is hope. There is love. there is victory. Just Breathe. Pray. Relax and appreciate what I have.