day ?? of Copaxone…
= D
YAAAAY FOR ME!!!
I am thrilled b/c of my amazingly patient boyfriend who waits for me ALWAYS till I’m ready…. I’m braver when i have a drink, lol. OR first thing in the A.M. when he is leaving for work and I don’t have a ton of time to change my mind… I think i am braver when I have a partner. : D
been gone too long…
Sorry all. I have been doing a lot of something, keeping busy. I do have great news tho!!
I HAVE BEEN WALKING!!
Not too far, just around my place but its better than before. Stretching in bed has allowed me to get us ton use the bathroom at least…
Not only that but I am writing again, which is better than walking. Sure walking = weight loss but WRITING = regaining my inner voice, spirit, and sanity.
I 100% believe I was getting into a depressive funk and its possible that I still am in that state. Thing is, I’m not drinking AT ALL and am filled with knowing that I am loved soooo much. Why, I still don’t understand but I believe it for the first time EVER as an adult I truly FEEL IT DEEP DOWN INSIDE It’s truly surreal and wonderful.
I was called his ‘One’ and it felt gooood…. SO good. Amazing really.
I could run off and get married to him right now (not truly run off anywhere today, i mean, but you know what I mean…). I want to, i feel married, and unlike all of those who say otherwise, I like it.
I enjoy arguing with him, having disagreements and the tears. tears of love from both of us. We just plain ol’ LOVE each other andconvey it with every ounce of ourselves. I said tears because we cry together over my illness, over the uncertainty of it all, and then over the sheer joy of remembering that at least we have each other right now and we are reborn again.
BRILLIANT, THIS LOVE THING IS BRILLIANT.
Writing is fucking good too. ; )
why am i sad?
ok, so i feel shit and i can’t figure out why. Is it cuz I’m immobile for the time being with my knocked up knee? Is it because I have to get poked and injected with garbage just for my MS over and over and over again? Is it possible that my low iron and low Vitamin D levels? Is it cuz this apt. had little oxygen and i can’t get any light??
I am thinking about this all the time and I just need to sleep forever..
Takes up too much time and I am failing more than I ever have.
I am gonna end this now cuz i promised Patrick I’ll begin to cook…
ttyl.
Welcome to sadness…
I am here in bed, AGAIN, and wishing my mother missed me at all. I love my boyfriend to death but there really is nothing like a mother’s love, MY mother’s love.
Where are you, Mom? Don’t you love and miss me? I am so lost without you, despite my happy home…
All of my intellectualizing doesn’t make any of it feel better… not one damn second of it.
hmmm…
…and so I think I am not picking myself up and getting on with things because I have lost my very best friend over a miscommunication. People tell me that it will all get sorted out but I know better than to believe that. All i wanted was for my mother to love me and support me and my amazing, brilliant boyfriend and for us all to be happy and healthy. I guess that is a long lost dream.
I write here with hopes that family will read it and advocate for me and my side of things, but my mother is shunning REALITY completely, like 100% entirely in her own imaginative world. And, here I am losing her and myself in the process.
Unsure of what to do except RUN away…
…no where to go to, tho.
Soul food
Dear Patrick,
You, my love, are my ‘Soul Food’. When I was asked what my definition of love was I wanted to say “Patrick”. Realizing that this person didn’t know you or what we have, I described ‘that thing’ we share. ‘That thing’ is just… a desire to improve each other and the other’s lives.
When I’m down you pick me up.
Yep, that’s what you do.
THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU.
THANK YOU FOR SEEING THE REAL ME.
JUST……THANK YOU.
*HEART*
Sarah, your girl Friday *wink*
… all of these days…
All of these days
slowly meld into one.
they mesh and melt,
swirl around,
leaving me in the dust.
You throw your heart on the line,
and no one dares to pick it up…
no one believes you,
and the loneliness sweeps you up.
How can this be?
when all i wanted was you.
how can we sleep?
when our hearts n spirits are broken.
how dare you?
because a simple call could have been enough…
the past is over and done
now that love has taken me in.
I wish to tell you right now
that
you were the best I could ever have.
Forgiveness is just waiting
for you.
con’t…
easiest way to put it: i need to move outta this to-small town and get a kitten and… feel free again. start over, for real.
i think it’s doable.
i need some sorta plan and the guts to just do it.
i’ll let you know how it goes…
~ peace ~
running away to a new ‘reality’…
I am in need of a new book – I need to sink my teeth into a great new book and into a new reality.
Since I cannot in any way afford to go off to Italy or France or England I would love to run off to a library and read and read some more.
i thought I could focus and read alone at home but, alas, not the case. I think i want to read some of James Frey’s more recent novels. I just need an escape. I mental change of scenery if i cannot have a physical one.
i was gonna write about this haunting feeling of not having deeeeep love — love for myself, from others too. I won’t deny this sense of emptiness, hollowness, but i think for now i will look for it in books. Books that are far different than Eckhart Tolle, lol. I need an escape from the usual.
i miss my mom, i can’t deny it. Thing is i am deeply hurt from those things i was called and all of the false accusations too. i don’t think things will ever be the same. i hate that part. really crappy but…. it is what it is.
i’ll ttyl? yeah, i will do so…
❤
sar
Dr. Phil is kinda the man, a man who can’t totally cure me lol.
Here I sit procrastinating (not going to the doctor) and watching one of the most painful episodes I have seen in ages.
It is about 2 daughters and their mother who allowed them to be molested and then some by their step father. The mother is behaving in an all too familiar way for me to keep watching but…I still cannot stop doing this to myself. It actually reminds me of why I did the right thing by leaving and coming to be with my guy. She is not a bad person — she is one of the very, very best people I know, but mistakes happen is all. Bad People inflict pain upon the lives of really amazing people like myself and especially my mother, changing her and our relationship forever.
Why this post matters
At my mother’s, regardless if no one in my family understands, I am surrounded by reminders of my past as though they are all happening right now. I still get visceral nightmares even though I am far away and with the man I want to marry. My mom and aunt tell me to forgive but I know in my core that being in that environment and loving someone I still have resentments towards did not help anyone.
Now, here’s all you need to know – I have diagnosed PTSD and being in that environment day after day for 12 years…it just eroded my heart, my ability to trust, and my ability to forgive. From my teens till 20 I had to sick up a but of shit and drink my way through life.
The stress of those daily events damaged my immune system and brought on my MS at a young age. I have had symptoms from 17 till now, and he began his terror when I was 14/15. i am nearly 27 at this point.
One of my doctor’s, the best man i ever met, my MS neuro-psychiatrist, understood and suggested I seek counseling but I could not do such things while still being there. My dear boyfriend is in for a year of me healing if and when i am ready to tackle the past.
So, here I am typing about really private things that I might not publish.
That’s it for now. i have to get ready to go to the doctor about my knee.I sure hope i get better on all fronts.
Take care,
Sarah
sarahspov 