Source: My Emotional State
So weeks have gone past and my pen or keyboard has seemed to dry up. Words started to escape me and I found it difficult to express my feelings. I worked the whole of last week starting at 5 am and finishing at 2 pm.However, it didn’t end there as I then I would start my full-time task as a carer to my wife. 24 hours in a day seem not enough and at the end of the week, time, and tiredness catch up with me. Falling asleep at every rest period on the sofa is a regular occurrence. Power naps are a part of my life at the moment and the real sleep only comes on my rest days when I can sleep in for a bit.
As I lay there in my wife’s hospital supplied bed, I kept wondering what was happening to me. I was exhausted, to say the least. I felt constantly emotional. I could not get up and get on with my daily life. I felt that a weight was on top of me and holding me back. Weighing me down.My brain was thinking one thing and I wanted to do something else. I kept wondering if I was suffering from depression too. My emotional state every day was now causing me to worry.
I have been away again for weeks. I could not carry on as I became occupied and my emotional state was getting the better of me. I am normally very good at coping with my challenging situation. Most people tell me that they find it amazing how I do things. How I cope with the daily challenges and still smile and go to work.
What people don’t know is that my life is a complete and utter mess. I want to clean this mess, that I call my life. It is the most difficult, if not impossible to admit this even to myself. Normally a strong minded person, good at dealing with difficult situations and most importantly, staying calm and focused on getting on with it. But I lost it yesterday with someone. Not my wife I must add. I didn’t want to scream at her or above all, loose my composure. Showing a weakness was extremely hurtful to me. I was shaking inside. My heartbeat was up and my forehead was full of sweat. I felt this burning feeling in my body, like when you are hot with a temperature. My hands were shaking and my palms were damp. I didn’t believe that someone could consume me with anger so much. I had to walk away, so I went upstairs and ran the bath! I was actually about to that before I lost it! I shut the door and ran the cold water tap for a few seconds to get the water colder. I threw some over my face and wet my hair. I felt a cooling sensation. Phew!! Any more time with her downstairs and I would surely have lost it completely. Mental note, “must not be vulnerable like this again.”
I just got into work. It is 21:56 pm. I swipe in. There is just me and the Team Leader in the front office reception area. He comes over as I am putting down my rucksack in the usual desk that I sit at. He shakes my hand to welcome me and asks me how I am? And lo and behold I face downwards, walk past him to the back of the partition and break up. Crying!! Never have I before done this. I don’t normally show anyone my emotional state. I am good at hiding pain!
What is happening? I am seriously losing it.
I walk away, into the disabled toilet. Again a cold water remedy to get me back together.
I can’t let this happen. I get my composure back, Apologise to the Team Leader, whose response was as expected. “don’t worry have some time at the back”. “We all get like this sometimes” ” Go, please get some time to gather yourself.”
But I couldn’t because I would have lost it more. I buried my head in work and started serving customers, who, luckily for me, began to come in one by one.
This time I have had two close calls. I cannot break down or lose it. I have to be the Scorpio character that people tell me I am. Not good at pretending and making up stories. For me, it has always been the whole truth or nothing else. Emotion is to me, who I am at my worst, if I am crying! Happy emotion is when I am always smiling, but these two occasions have dented my strong pride and surely I can’t be going in the downward spiral?
What next? I need help and know how and where to get it, however it’s not as simple as that. Sometimes the most easiest things seem the hardest and this is one of those situations where it is hard.
via Photo Challenge: Chaos
It’s 6.30 in the morning and I know I have got to get up off the bed and start my daily ritual.But instead, I press the snooze button on the digital alarm and wait with eyes closed for the next beep beep beep to wake me from my much-needed rest.And sure enough there it goes beep beep beep. I angrily press the stop button and rise off the bed . I get up angry most mornings at the moment. The days are long but filled with trepidation.I don’t look forward to the days. I would rather sleep and forget there ever was, any daylight.
First task, now what was that. Maybe it’ll come to me when I’m brushing my teeth. So off I go to the bathroom and follow my daily ritual, all the time my mind is trying to recall what I was supposed to do. I must have in on the post-it- note in the kitchen for sure. I’ll look when I go down to make my coffee. I’m in the kitchen and put on the kettle to boil. Now where is that post-it -note.? Ah, there it is stuck to the fridge. Get medicine ready for the day. But why? Whose are these ? My mind is in all directions. I haven’t made that coffee yet. Maybe, just maybe after I have had a wake me up caffeine shot, My mind will work better. As I get the mug from the shelf, the phone rings. I better pick that up. It’s another call from some company trying to make me sigh up for something or the other. Without hanging up, I place the phone on the kitchen counter and go back to my task. Now, what was I doing ? Ah, yes coffee. something’s working . So I make that coffee and go back to the phone. Poor bloke is still blabbering on . I put it back on the kitchen counter and walk to the lounge. Now why have I come here ? I am not dressed. The time is only half past seven. I sit down lethargically. No urgency in today. Thinking about this increases the anger. I look blankly at the blank tv screen whilst sipping my coffee.Did I turn it on ? Questions follow questions.I could sit here and think about all the whats and whys and wheres and who etc. It’s something I do a lot now with no clear direction.This is now normal for me. I think I will go back to my world of sleep because my mind is in chaos|
via Daily Prompt: Eerie
I suddenly woke up in the morning a few mornings ago. Something different about the feel around me. Too silent. Then I realised that there must be a power cut as the ceiling fans were not turning. The small lamp in the corner was off too, which was unusual as it’s always on through the night. There was a dull and dark feeling in the room.
I got out of bed gingerly as I had a slipped disc and needed to be careful. I noticed that the freezer in the kitchen was off too. Then I realised that there must be a power cut, so I got the keys and with my walking stick and night slippers on, I went out to see if it was a powercut all around the neighbourhood. I knocked on my neighbour’s door and before I could ask the question, Lorraine said yes, it is a power cut. I exchanged a few pleasantries and then said goodbye and walked back to my house.
When I got back insideI got my mobile phone to call the energy supply company but I could not get a signal. The home phone was unusable due to the power cut. So once again, I walked carefully to the front door and into the porch. The inner door was ajar by at least a foot.
I found the energy company’s phone number and called them As I was doing so, I faced out of the porch to see if the signal was better. Eventually, I got a signal and the phone started to ring out. All of a sudden, the inner door shut behind me as if somebody had pushed the door shut ! I was locked out as I had left the keys on the kitchen counter. How will I get back inside? I am in my slippers and my pyjamas stuck in the porch ! I called the house phone to call my wife but of course, it wasn’t working. Suddenly I remembered I had a credit card in the mobile phone’s sleeve. I was already feeling like a burglar and standing up straight was difficult due to the back pain. I put the card in the gap where the latch was and fiddled about until the door opened. What a relief. I immediately sat down on the armchair and breathed a sigh of relief, and then the eerie feeling dawned on me. How did the door slam behind me?
I remembered other small incidents in the past few days too. Like a loaf of bread falling from the top of the bread bin onto the kitchen counter. An empty plastic bottle that was left on the window sill for recycling had also dropped to the floor.Strange noises throughout the day as well, especially when it was quiet. I could hear somebody walking upstairs and always thought it was my wife but when I checked, it wasn’t her.Each time I was alone downstairs in the living room!
Now if that is not eerie what is !
When my nearly adolescent children were cute little babies, strangers seemed drawn to rub my children’s fuzzy heads and squeeze their little cheeks. I could understand the impulse; my childre…
Source: Trust, power, and coercion
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies.Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you. Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight. Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough. Give the best you’ve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway.
I was not always this way.
I did not always hide away from the general public for months or weeks at a time. Once I was quite confident. I occasionally felt happy. I had a full time job and I could face customers with no concern. I would chat to people over the phone, make an effort to see friends, be interested in daily life. I could cope with negativity. Overcome it, even. I wouldn’t let anything bring me down because I had something inside me that made me keep going out there, into the world, facing it all.
But sometimes, Friend, things happen. Sometimes just one thing. Sometimes many things. The courage to face these things is strong at first, at least stronger than now. But depending on luck, or coincidence, or fate, or opportunity, eventually the voice of that courage for some people is quieter. Weaker…
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I started writing some years back as a therapy, which gradually turned into my first book, ‘A Chronicle of Karma.’ At the time, I felt like a pregnant mother about to give birth, as it was as though I would explode with the myriad of past impressions, that were haunting my mind like adverts on a film reel. It all descended on me like a burst dam and all I could do, was to keep writing whatever came through and trusting that flow. I didn’t judge myself in the process, as that’s one of the worst things a writer can do. I find that it creates subtle mental blockages. When I satiated all that needed to be expelled from within me, I began to fine tune it all. It was by no means an easy journey, as I was extremely trammeled by various external factors as well.
By the time…
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A great day out at the Explore and Discover day at the Engineering base at Heathrow. Amazing presentations and shows lined up for all tastes. I particularly enjoyed the simulator experience that my son and grand daughter went on. Also managed to get Harsha on it as well. The sun was out, atmosphere fantastic and very enjoyable. Saw a Michael Jackson tribute act…I’m sure after seeing this ,he’s in hiding somewhere!!!
I went to bed quite late the other night. I was on a very early start for work and needed a much deserved sleep prior to facing another challenging day. As I lay in bed looking at the ceiling where luminous stars had been stuck to imitate the starry night outside, my mind kept wondering to a what if situation. I kept thinking back to 1972 when I first landed in my country of residence with only the clothes on our backs. My mind was wondering if I had settled somewhere else instead of Leicester, where would I be today. I had started work at the tender age of fifteen and a half ! I had lied to get the job and told them I was sixteen.
So I suddenly wake up, or had I slept at all even? I could not for the life of me close my eyes and not think of “what If”.
And the what if’s of our lives can bring either miserly depression or a happiness not known to me . I kept thinking about my place of residence. What if I had moved to my choice area.But I needed consent. I was brought up in a house where even as an adult, I would seek permission do do even the simplest of things,like make a decision. A decision that would have changed my life and those around me. The stars were bright again. They shone in the darkness of the room. My eyes were open again. A quick glance at the wall clock. 03.30 am. ! Two hours and I’m at work.
Eyes closed again. Thoughts are astray, it’s that “what if ” question again. And so many of the what ifs keep trundling through my brain like a runaway train. It’s non stop. I can’t apply the brakes because I like the what ifs. They are much better than my current status. So what if wins for tonight. It’s taking over my life tonight.
Another bright star in my eyes. It’s bright yellow. But still on my bedroom ceiling.Another wish shattered. I think a cloud should hide them stars. Maybe it should rain while I’m looking up. I’ll wake up drenched and see reality.
The time is 4.45am Time to jump out of bed as the alarm goes off in unison to my thoughts. As I open my eyes for the millionth time tonight, the over whelming” what if” comes back to haunt me. I know the rest of my sleep depraved day is going to keep the” what if” alive and well.!!