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who will read this? i suppose i don't know, i suppose it doesn't matter.
so the truth is this:
i am on a waiting list for treatment for a mental illness.
for as long as the Universe has been, by name, my favourite thing, (which to ask my then-religion teacher, stretches back to at least age 7 or 8) i have had trouble fitting into it.
i feel like i am betraying Her because in the context of my afflictions i inflict a very ugly destruction on the world; upon my body, upon the lives of those close to me.
And i am ashamed of it; shame is at the core of it and i am ashamed of it. i posted about it once on Goddess, way back, under a pseudonym, and was met with a response that only reinforced the shame. who could so unrelentingly persist at being such a destructive force?
right now i have a great deal of trouble fighting it at all because i know that finally the treatment will come and i can't refuse it this time - nobody would take any excuse i could muster, there's nothing for me to amass and build into one. not this time.
so now, i just want them to call.
i just want them to call.
and i think, what right have i, what right have i to implore the Universe to grant me this wish? that they'll call? what right have i to say please, god yes, please please someone yank me out and put me somewhere and keep me from my claws for long enough to prove to me that i can live that way!
but i think, how dare i ask for that which i could grant myself, if i'd only let go?
Anyway. Why am i here?
I guess because i just want so much to coax this possible future into existence. i have learned that as long as i am clinging to these things, good does NOT come. nobody is protected- not me, not anyone. wellness would allow me to give back. so i know this is something that can help me be better myself in a future of possibilities.
If anyone here has any wisdom on bringing this forth...and whether i've the right to ask for it...
the right to beg the semiprivatised Canadian healthcare system to bend to my aid?
what right have i.
all i know is, i love the Universe, and i wish i knew better how to fit in it. and i wish i didn't spend all my time hurting her and could have the energy to spend more time creating.
i have destroyed relationships, hurt and worried people. for years i have threatened the life, passively and aggressively, of someone that was loved by those closest to me. recently I have stabbed myself in my mildly dickey heart with a needle, hoping that i would be that statistic that dies of cardiac arrest in her sleep after an episode, trying to coax it along. i broke that needle. i haven't yet gone to the dr's and stolen another one. i engage in symptoms every day, usually at a "high intensity". they say the throwing up is the worst. i do want help. it is difficult to reconcile that. the shame is indescribable.
all i know is, i love the Universe, and i wish to be better able to fit in it.
so the truth is this:
i am on a waiting list for treatment for a mental illness.
for as long as the Universe has been, by name, my favourite thing, (which to ask my then-religion teacher, stretches back to at least age 7 or 8) i have had trouble fitting into it.
i feel like i am betraying Her because in the context of my afflictions i inflict a very ugly destruction on the world; upon my body, upon the lives of those close to me.
And i am ashamed of it; shame is at the core of it and i am ashamed of it. i posted about it once on Goddess, way back, under a pseudonym, and was met with a response that only reinforced the shame. who could so unrelentingly persist at being such a destructive force?
right now i have a great deal of trouble fighting it at all because i know that finally the treatment will come and i can't refuse it this time - nobody would take any excuse i could muster, there's nothing for me to amass and build into one. not this time.
so now, i just want them to call.
i just want them to call.
and i think, what right have i, what right have i to implore the Universe to grant me this wish? that they'll call? what right have i to say please, god yes, please please someone yank me out and put me somewhere and keep me from my claws for long enough to prove to me that i can live that way!
but i think, how dare i ask for that which i could grant myself, if i'd only let go?
Anyway. Why am i here?
I guess because i just want so much to coax this possible future into existence. i have learned that as long as i am clinging to these things, good does NOT come. nobody is protected- not me, not anyone. wellness would allow me to give back. so i know this is something that can help me be better myself in a future of possibilities.
If anyone here has any wisdom on bringing this forth...and whether i've the right to ask for it...
the right to beg the semiprivatised Canadian healthcare system to bend to my aid?
what right have i.
all i know is, i love the Universe, and i wish i knew better how to fit in it. and i wish i didn't spend all my time hurting her and could have the energy to spend more time creating.
i have destroyed relationships, hurt and worried people. for years i have threatened the life, passively and aggressively, of someone that was loved by those closest to me. recently I have stabbed myself in my mildly dickey heart with a needle, hoping that i would be that statistic that dies of cardiac arrest in her sleep after an episode, trying to coax it along. i broke that needle. i haven't yet gone to the dr's and stolen another one. i engage in symptoms every day, usually at a "high intensity". they say the throwing up is the worst. i do want help. it is difficult to reconcile that. the shame is indescribable.
all i know is, i love the Universe, and i wish to be better able to fit in it.
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Comment by Dawn Storey on September 1, 2009 at 8:35pm - I know that I may be a little late for my post, but darling child of the Goddess, have you not found your inner light to carry you through the darkness? We all have our own purpose in this plain. You are following a very difficult path. Hesitant though you are to lead this life, it is a life you chose becuase of the level of difficulty. Mother Goddess does not abandon us in our darkest hour of need. The great thing about her is that even when we put her on the shelf for long periods of time, she is blessed when we dust her off and use her again. I know all too personally your struggles. Embrace them as a part of you, but remember that they DO NOT DEFINE YOU. Finding your peace is a pointless effort. It will find you at the exact moment that it is charted, and not a minute before. My heart bleeds with you. My only wish is that you hear what I say...behaviors, illnesses, malidies of all kinds (AIDS to Schizophrenia) are simply the life challenge...THEY DO NOT DEFINE WHO YOU ARE. ~Blessed are you, the one who knows it not, for your's is the kingdom of mine~I hope that this finds you well, light a candle in your life...the light will follow.
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Comment by gypsywisdom on August 5, 2009 at 11:28am - Why do you torment yourself so? The pain you cause externally is just a symptom of the pain you carry within. There are many things that happen to us in life with no rhyme or reason, we did not ask for such things, but they happen nonetheless, it is up to us to take the good out of a bad situation, and thus, WISDOM. What wisdom do you have to share with the world? I know you do, you are a brilliant mind. Don't waste it on things out of your control, or things you cannot change. I hope I did not offend by reaching in too deep, Blessed Be my friend. Wendy..
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Comment by Tom on July 31, 2009 at 8:04pm
- Please remember that pain is here for a reason. She gives us pain sometimes to teach us the depths of our strenght. The burning desire She has given us for life. Not life as other people live. But life as She wants us to live. Search for what brings passion in your life. Those things that bring you a connection to Her. Then, once you have found your passion, follow it to the ends of the earth. Peace be with you always.
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Comment by wickedauracle on July 8, 2009 at 6:12pm -
perhaps i did break it, and what remains is to define the new.
Thank you, old friend! i hope your answer serves you well.
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Comment by Necrono on July 8, 2009 at 5:51pm - ... or, if that is too destructive: you are not defined by the mold, you define the mold that the universe uses on you.
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Comment by Necrono on July 8, 2009 at 5:50pm
- I came on tonight to have my own rant. But I think the answer I want someone to tell me is something I can share with you. I think our role is not always to fit in, but sometimes to be that which doesn't. Creativity is finding that you don't fit the mold, and making it work anyway because you are not defined by the mold, but defined by how you break it.
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