20 May 2017
I am struggling. I am okay in saying that I am struggling. I am okay in reaching out to ask for help because I am struggling. I am still extremely upset about events the other day, even though I try to remind myself of the positives. One being freedom.
I need time. Time to finish school. Time to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Time to get used to some realities. Time to distance myself. Time to heal, but that is a larger part of time. Time to be myself in my current, comfortable environment.
I took some time off from work to re-focus on myself. That time is drawing to a near, and I realize it was not enough. I have the capability to take more time off, and I will more than likely do so through July 1. My list of tasks seems insurmountable.
Time off has allowed me to invest in the take care of me program. Have I succeeded? Not sure, and I am trying to figure out how to measure that success because there are some days where I measure success by simply getting out of bed, showering, dressing,and leaving the house. Little moments of success. There are other days where I am only breathing. That’s it. Anxiety is high. My focus is shot to hell. My thoughts are so random and heavy, I cannot exercise enough to get rid of them.
I also freed up my schedule a little to allow for more social time. It was really nice hanging out with friends the other night. It felt good to laugh, and not speak about this ridiculous mess; I am not a victim. I don’t want to be out talking about a Wasband and the pending divorce. This does not help me. I can talk about it through my writing: my thesis, the next novel, my current poetry book, and some supportive ears who help me through. Until I finish my education, it’s hard for me to make plans, so trying to squeeze in a few hours a week of socializing should be good. Right? I’m here for the long haul, so something’s got to give.
I am not being the straight A student I’ve strived so hard to be. This pains me. I was soo close, and this term I have been derailed at every turn. My education, this degree in particular, is extremely important to me. It was the first of many declarations I had to make. I am late on assignments. I am not giving my 100%. I am so hard on myself. Recently, I was told by a relative (able to relate) that I am doing great, and I am strong.
#hellingerstrong. The women in my family possess a hidden strength that many are not aware of. It’s also another reason why we have said the OP has not only messed with the wrong woman, but the wrong person who is the strongest in the family (as I have been told by many). Perhaps other women in my shoes may have fallen completely apart. There are definitely days where I feel like I’m coming unraveled. Then there are other days when I need to be the voice for those women who cannot seem to break free. I stood up almost right away to say, “You can’t do this to me. This is unacceptable. I don’t deserve this.” I respect myself too much to be kept/controlled in a relationship abandoned for what? A thrill? An adventure? Getting something out of his system? A mid-life crisis? A harlot who sees dollar signs? Something he’s been wanting, but could never communicate? He didn’t try, or try to be patient as I finished school. I was not going to allow the OP to keep me hostage for six months to figure out if the affair was going anywhere. I was not going to wait to see if the process would begin-it was becoming very obvious actions were not going to be taken, so I took matters into my own hands.
There was never a point in my life where I felt like there was nothing left. There was never a point in these events where I felt like I hit rock bottom. I was floating above the bottom, praying for a breathing apparatus to avoid being completely drowned. In some ways, I am still being held under water. Soon enough I am going to make one final push to burst out of the water using my Wonder Woman/superhero strength.
Natalie is struggling. She’s getting frustrated because she has to keep reliving certain events to change the course of her situation. She struggles because one individual still holds her captive. She is drowning because there doesn’t seem to be a way to reach the surface;
Week 7 is pretty intense. There are only 3 weeks remaining, and my novel needs to be wrapped up. This was not the week to wrap it up. I pray for warm weather Monday and Tuesday to allow me to be out on the patio, in the sun, with the music playing from the back room; with coffee, a few glasses of bourbon (for those emotion-heavy writing days), or some wine, but reserve beer for the weekend. Does Natalie come out of her coma? I guess my readers will be curious to find out. I already have one person with a reader’s copy. I am ready for the final segment to be finished so that I can put in (most likely) 30 hours of revisions; I spent 22 hours last term! Significant time. Significant revisions. Although this time, I have to revise EVERYTHING. <insert a whoa here because I’m feeling it, too>. This why it’s called ENG 559-Thesis Completion.
I am still listening to my “Welcome to Hell” playlist. I am still searching for music to add to my next playlist. I want my friends to know there is more to my life than divorce, but the reality is the only thing I have right now is finishing school; still my saving grace. I struggle with a life I once had. Some things have changed and I will never be a part of again. I cannot be a wife in a relationship that was abandoned, yet I’m still expected to be waiting by the door/phone to answer down to the nanosecond. I am waiting for apologies I’ll never receive. I am waiting for something final to hit my email inbox. I am waiting; I am in limbo. I wonder if it’s possible to sleep through exhaustion because, like clockwork, my mind woke me up at 3am with the next adventure that I did not want to know about. I feel like I’m still connected to a Wasband and things I suspect come to me in other ways. The last attachment I have is a name. These are my struggles, and they are real. Perhaps they came to surface because this was a super-emotional week for me that ended in complete exhaustion (all levels). Or maybe it’s due to an end to several things over the next couple of weeks. These are chapters coming to an end. There’s a life coming to a close. I am looking at two final chapters of my life. I need to rise above. I need to stare at my sticky note on my desktop monitor that still reads, “YOU CAN DO THIS.”