Didn’t make it to the computer to write yesterday. I wasn’t expecting to be as “not sober” as I was in the evening. So today I have roughly 35 minutes to make this a double post. Sadly my mind is blank. I have two thoughts which trade places in my mind: I’m so completely exhausted and I’m sick of my Facebook news feed.
Lets talk about an easier subject to tackle – my exhaustion. I’m exhausted for many reasons, the first being my fibromyalgia (or the more technical diagnosis of Seronegative Spondyloarthropathy). Going from Summer to Fall brings on intense muscular pain. All season changes hurt but this one is the worst. I feel like someone took a bat to my entire spinal column. Yoga helps to keep movement to my body and I also use other “natural remedies” to keep the pain away. The exhaustive effects are felt mentally as well as physically. It’s painful to watch others living their lives while being immobile on a couch. Now given, I am still at a level at which I can push through and not like so many others who truly aren’t able to move. Yet it wears on me. It brings me fear as I wonder how much worse it will get. Though I was assured by my last rheumatologist that I do not have a degenerative disease; I feel the symptoms getting worse.
Feeling like the pain, the immobility, the exhaustion is getting worse then leads to more fear. How will I take care of myself? What if I can’t work? Who will take care of me? Living in the moment is a nice idea, and preferable to trailing off into my nightmares, but not always a reality when the hurt gets more aggressive.
Admittedly, I’m exhausted from life too. I’m tired of fighting: fighting to be heard, fighting for my rights, fighting for my boundaries, fighting for those that won’t or can’t fight. So tired. I’d love to walk away from it all but that’s not who I am. Yet I’ve been fighting from birth. Being born female into a conservative Christian household is a slow torturous hell for someone who was made to be outspoken and vocal. The fight is constant too. The worst is when the men in your life, men you find to be good and strong and moral, still make underhanded misogynist comments. We’re supposed to smile and be nice because “they didn’t mean anything bad” all the while dying a little more inside.
I still make myself small when I don’t want to. Get small to avoid conflict, avoid the fight, avoid the drama. Make sure everyone around you is happy. Suck it up, appease each person, be cordial, don’t anger anyone, just shut up. I would doubt most males could relates to any of what I just said. Yes, those with strict upbringings may relate to some, but it never hits the level it does when you are female.
So I look for the balance. Walking the wire between being exactly who I want to be and not stirring up a whole big batch of bullshit. I want to believe that one day I will no longer feel my survival depends on keeping balance. I long for the day I jump off to the side that is all my true feelings while flipping off everyone who requested my silence.
This post was all over the place. Not what I wanted. Not even fully authentic as I saw faces coming to mind as I typed and I worked my words to fit what would be middle of the road for all. Yet for today ~ this is all I can offer.