Grief hurts

Nancy, I'm writing this for you. Thank you so much for listening to me Saturday and for giving me great advice. I've written my letter of resignation and will be done teaching by Feb. 9th, or sooner if they find a replacement. I've been feeling sick about the whole thing and the fact that I even have to make such a decision. I knew I didn't want to continue teaching, but I felt horribly guilty about quitting. That guilt, or shame or whatever it is, is outweighed by my sorrow and the feelings of relief at not having to teach anymore when I really think about it. I miss Ashley. There's a knot in my throat and a tightness in my chest that just won't go away. I think there's also a hole in my heart, because it hurts when I think that there are supposed to be three of us, not two.

The evil voice that intrudes on my happiness

Okay, the part where I FREAK OUT has taken effect.

"Nope. I'm not going to write my dissertation" I said. "I'm not going to finish my PhD. You know, the thing with the classes, the teaching, and the exams and all that have contributed to my state of misery* over the past 5 years? Yeah, that's the thing I'm not going to finish".

And then there's this voice in my head, this evil voice that asks "Who says you're not going to continue putting yourself through this hell? Who gave you permission to decide to stop? What other rules are you going to break now? How will you support yourself without this as a career? Do you think you'll be able to do anything? And if there's something else you want to do with your life, don't get too excited because if you really want it hard enough it probably won't work out. The pressure of succeeding will be too great".

Seeing it written down really makes clear how harsh and unfair that voice is. I still think I can do this. I know I can change my career path and explore something that interests me, like speech pathology. But I'm still scared. I feel very strange, like I'm in some kind of state of limbo. It's kind of like "Chutes and Ladders", which I played with Alison yesterday. You're almost to the top, almost at the end, and then you land on that BIG chute that takes you all the way back to the beginning, but not the very beginning. You're neither at the beginning nor at the end. Is it human nature to want to create beginnings and ends for everything? I don't really know what the end is, but for some reason that's where I want to be. And that's where Alison wanted to be, too. She didn't handle losing to me (twice) well at all.

*The word "misery" may be a slight exaggeration, but only a very slight one.

Marriage

My first blog of the new year. yeah. There's really nothing new going on, though. It's the same stuff happenin'. Zach and I got back from Massachusetts Monday afternoon at 2:30 and went straight to our therapy session. I insisted that we go, and, even though we had been driving for 8 hours through the rain with very little sleep and no lunch, he came along. And it was a good session, because while we are there we are forced to listen to each other. Instead of having last year's Turmoil push us farther apart, we are taking small steps toward each other. Just when I think there's nothing we can do to improve our marriage, and that we'd be better off separated, things start looking up again. We can talk openly with each other, we are patient with each other, and it feels like as long as I have Zach near me like this, we can accomplish anything. Zach, if you're reading this, thank you for your love and support.

Anxious, Hungry, or Loony?

Been up since 4:30 this morning, probably because I'm anxious about the holiday. I watched the first half hour of Bridget Jones's Diary and then had some french toast-mmm. It's 6:30 now. Maybe I'll go for a walk.

Thoughts

My mind keeps spinning with the thought of the upcoming holiday and break in my routine. I have so much trouble adjusting to an environment other than my own for more than a four-day period. Somehow it really feels like the end of something, and I mean more than just the semester. I will miss commuting to Selinsgrove early in the morning and again in the evening with Zach. I will miss my familiar routine.
In January I start a new one; teaching at a new school, babysitting for a new family in addition to the one I already babysit for, beginning work on my dissertation, rearranging different appointments, and finding time for myself. It's also been nearly one year since my bout with major depression. It's still hard for me to even say it.

That didn't happen to me. I could have handled it better. Who am I to label myself with that, because doing so would admit to my self-worth and importance as a person, and I certainly didn't feel worthy of anything last year at this time.

I'm learning to feel worthy and to have respect for myself. I'm learning to take up space in the world, both literally and figuratively speaking.

Bathroom Privacy Comes with a Cost

Last week I babysat Maya, my usual Thursday morning routine. The reason I'm mentioning this now is because Maya is just over 2 years old, and has recently been potty trained. Needless to say, we spend lots of time in the bathroom.
During our first round on the toilet, she informed me that she needed privacy, so I slid the door shut all but a crack and asked if that was good. "No" she said, "it's not good. All the way". Three and a half minutes later I heard the toilet flush three consecutive times in a row, one after the other, one, two, three.
I opened the door to find Maya standing there, mind you, naked from the waist down peering into the toilet. She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes, pleading for my forgiveness, desperately trying to get rid of the evidence. When I looked down, I saw a clump of tissues floating in the rising water. The box on top of the toilet was empty. I can't get mad at her, because I remember doing stuff like that when I was her age, and, besides, it could have been far worse than tissues. So instead I decided to reason with her, and I explicitly explained to her how tissues cost money, and that it's not good to just throw them away like that, because they're not cheap. That's logical, right? By my reasoning, if she's old enough to request privacy in the bathroom, then she's old enough to understand the value of a dollar.
She blinked up at me and then turned to play in the running water in the sink.

Reminder to self: Only allow a two-year old privacy in the bathroom if she can understand the cost of diminishing returns, monetary value, cash deficit, and price ceilings.

Tagesablauf

German-(loosely translated as) The unfolding of the day

I realized today that it's been almost two weeks since I last posted anything. So to summarize what those last two weeks have been like, Thanksgiving was pretty good, I'm tired of turkey, the semester can't end soon enough, I don't always know what day it is, and sometimes I get my classes mixed up and make mistakes in creating their exams, specifically on the vocab section where I give my German 2 students words from my German 3 class, and still don't realize that I made that mistake until a student points it out to me halfway through the exam, there are too many crappy holiday songs on the radio interfering with my music, I've seen The Grinch 5 times on TBS already, and I hope to see it 5 more times!, I've eaten pounds of sweet, juicy clementines, and all of a sudden I really want a kitten. I guess I'll wait until I have my own house for that or at least a lease which allows for pets. I am happiest when I'm driving home from school with Zach, and we talk, listen to the news, but mostly we listen to music, discuss what we'll have for dinner, and watch the reflection of the light on the clouds in the sky, as it goes from light to dark, from light blue to yellow and orange and then to dark blue, with the clouds silhouetted against it. And then there are the mountains and the fir trees all around us. It's all so beautiful, peaceful, serene, awesome, humbling, and somehow sad, and it makes me want to drive forever.

Organic Mayo and Brussel Sprouts

I am so obsessed with blogs!! Nancy, this is your fault. I never even knew they existed before last June. But I'm thankful for my new obsession. It's actually good for me. I read about other people's lives and know that I'm not alone when it comes to things like depression. It's so refreshing to hear other people talk about it, because it's constantly on my mind. I can also write about my own life right here, which is really good for me. And it lets Nancy know what I'm up to since I always seem to miss her calls and am too lazy to pick up the phone and dial her number myself. It's nothing personal. I'm just SO not a phone person. I run and hide when it rings. So all-in-all I'm feeling pretty content right now, so maybe I'll put off that phone call home for a few more hours (or days).

I just got back from food shopping at Wegman's. It always takes me twice as long to shop there as it does at Giant, and somehow I end up spending more on fewer items. I know why, though. It's because Wegman's is laid out so nice and pretty. I'm totally sucked into the facade. I do have to say, however, that their produce is much more plentiful and fresher than most other grocery stores I've seen. I end up buying things I would NEVER otherwise buy, like fresh brussel sprouts, which I do love btw, flax seeds, and tinted lip balm and facial cream with Vit. D, both of which are not tested on animals AND are organic. The reason I went to that store in the first place was to get some organic mayo. Zach loves this brand called Canes (do I need one of those little Rs next to that to let people know it's trademarked?) , which is only sold in New England. I am also hooked on it now. I was never a mayonnaise person before I got married. Anyway, Wegman's does not carry Canes, but I know they have organic mayo which I thought might be good, at least better than Hellman's (another little R there). It was the last item I picked up in the store, and I had to go back and look for it. I am just struck dumb when I'm in that store. I suppose if I went more often I would know what they stock and not be so amazed by the selection. Wegman's really has become a hot spot in State College.

The mayonnaise is decent and the brussel sprouts were great!

Hurting

Today I really miss my sisters. I miss the way things used to be a long time ago. I miss the times we spent conspiring against each other or my parents, I miss our old ways of fighting and arguing about crossing that imaginary line in the backseat of the car, I miss watching tv together on a Friday night, but most of all I miss their health and their presence in my life. I would give my right arm if it meant they could both be healthy again. This is the most I've ever felt the loss of my sisters, and it hurts. I know that they are still here, but they are both struggling with their health. I am struggling with knowing that things will never be as they once were or as I once thought they would be. There is nothing that could ever replace my sisters.

My Newly Discovered Talent:

Chugging water.

I can go through the entire alphabet in my head while chugging water. without taking a breath.

Why, you ask?

Because on the days when I go for a run and drink my daily half cup of coffee, I am in a state of hydration deficit (not quite the same as dehydration), and if I just drink a glass of water here and there, I won't be able to achieve equilibrium for the next five days. The whole delicate system is thrown off, and that equilibrium includes the functioning of my bowels. If they aren't working regularly, then I'm a bear, and being a constipated bear interferes with the stability and sanctity of my marriage. So for the sake of my marriage, I've developed the talent, or survival technique, of chugging water.

On the Fringe

I'm living on the fringe today. It's been a day of preparing, thinking, and eventually doing, but somehow it feels as if I'm not really in or part of the day. My surroundings feel distant and unreal, flat and two-dimensional. My body has been placed onto the surroundings of the day, but not in them. It's like those colorforms that we played with as kids. You place the plasticy, sticky figures onto the shiny, cardboardy background and create a scene. I'm the plasticy figure sticking to the background, just stuck there, with no way of really moving. There's me on one side and the world on the other, and they're at odds with each other.
I can't really figure out how this happens. It's a bright, sunny day, I'm getting along well with Zach, and I'm sleeping well, eating well, and getting plenty of fresh air. I start to wonder if I'm brooding too much, and, after a few more hours of brooding, I conclude that I am.
Okay. So now that's been established.
Thinking about this coming winter and what I'm going to do once my teaching position ends is frightening. I love fall and winter, but they are typically times when I feel most depressed, and I certainly don't want to have nothing to do come January. It's hard not to think that these feelings will last forever, and when I do talk about them I feel like a whiny baby. I'm really scared of what could happen. Could something like what happened last winter (the debilitating depression, self harm and thoughts of/plans for suicide) happen ever again? The effects from that time are still lingering, and I'm afraid that even if I did feel 100% better, that I could get sideswiped by it all again. What would be worse, being sideswiped or living in a heightened state of anxiety? I don't know right now. Right now it feels like I have no other viable option. So I'm living on the fringe, worrying about it, and trying to make sense of it all. Maybe it will never make sense.

Good Grief

Wow. I am so off today. It's another Monday-Friday for me. It's one of those days where the whole world is just so terrible and rotten. No one and nothing is going to make me happy, nor do I particularly want to be happy. I want to stew in my terrible, rotten thoughts. It's one of those days when you feel like everyone is judging your every word, action, expression, or thought. Of course I'm my own worst judge, but that's still no consolation.
Ugh.
I feel like Charlie Brown.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I am feeling pretty good today, despite the results of the presidential election. The one consoling thing I have right now is that all of my friends (and most of my family) feel the same way I do about the state of our country and the direction the current administration is taking us (not good). It's unfair, but I suppose the other half million people who actually voted for Bush would have felt the same way had Kerry won. I am just dumbfounded that Bush was elected, but then again I don't know why I am surprised given the irresponsibility of the media and the evangelical Christian fundamentalism that has been propagated by Bush. By today's standards, to be Christian = to be Republican. That's really a shame, and it undermines true Christianity. I feel like I need to do something, but I don't know what, at least not yet.
As I said, though, I am feeling pretty good, and that's because I'm feeling connected to all those who are as bitterly disappointed as I am. I feel a need to stick together, because, much to the demise of the Bush administration and all those ultraconservatives, we're not going away.

Long live the fight for gay marriage, stem-cell research, better environmental protection, a woman's right to choose, and basic human rights! The pendulum will inevitably swing back to the left. So here's to Nov. 4, 2008. That will be a nice birthday bonus for you, Nancy. In the meantime, I will be living my life by the standards and values that I believe in. It will be interesting to see what happens over the next four years.

They're Red.

I'm wearing my red Mary Janes today. They were given to me by Zach's mom, and they're a half size too small, so they're hurting my feet, but they're red!

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That word is beginning to look really strange and meaningless. It's dreary outside again, but I have my red shoes. And there's Saturday night, when we turn the clocks back and get an extra hour of sleep. Hooray!
I'm too tired to write any more or to focus. I think I'll go for a walk in my red shoes and get a cookie.

This and That

I am in a radiant mood right now. I feel like I have so much good energy flowing through me that I might implode! It's as if there's a kaleidoscope of bright colors, pastel and deep blues and greens, swirling and merging and flowing right inside of me. I'm thoroughly enjoying it with Bach and a latte. The sun is shining, the Sox broke their curse last night, Gilmore Girls is on in an hour and a half, and there's a Halloween parade tonight. I finally borrowed the book Nancy has been recommending-Kaye Gibbons' "Charms for the Easy Life". I'll be reading it this weekend in between watching horror movies. I've already seen two this week-Amityville Horror and Night of the Living Dead. My grandfather turned 80 yesterday. I wonder what it feels like to be 80. It sounds old, but I'm not so sure anymore. I've got to do some work now, while I'm energized enough to do it, and because there's nothing holding this blog together other than it's scatteredness. Oh, what Mrs. Robinson would have to say about that!
I'm listening to Moby now, Zach's and my new favorite group.

Thoughts

1. As I was rushing around this morning doing all the things that must get done before 9:59 a.m. or ELSE and in a BIG hurry, I realized how insane I was being. I thought about stopping or just slowing down, but I wanted to get it ALL done, so I kept going knowing rightly that I will probably crash in a few hours and be in a rotten mood. Hey, at least I gave myself the option. That's progress, right?

2. For some ungodly reason I woke up at 2:30 this morning and did not fall back asleep until 5:30, only to have to get up an hour and a half later. It was probably the chili I had for dinner last night. Ack. No more chili for me or Zach after 4:00 p.m.

3. Since no one else is home, I've been listening to Enya, again, at full volume over and over and over again.

4. Reminder to self-It's no longer October 18th. Why I'm stuck on that date, I don't know.

5. I lied to someone over email to avoid meeting on a certain date. I haven't heard back from that person, and now I feel sooooo guilty. Why did I lie? But email is not really a valid form of communication anyway, right? Maybe they never received the message...

6. Redsox center fielder Jonny Damon is adorable.

7. Gilmore Girls reruns. Every weekday at 5:00 on the Family channel. Just in time for that pick-me-up after the afternoon slump.

8. I've got to start expanding my tastes to include sources of protein other than peanut butter.

9. U2's Vertigo. I like it, especially the IPod commercial.

10. Where's the sunshine gone to?

GO REDSOX!!!

By virtue of being married to a Massachusetts native, both my mom and I have officially been converted to Sox fans. The anxiety of watching this past week's games has been intensely unbearable.
Damn you, Zach! We never wanted to have to worry about the Redsox!!

"Closed for Season"

So it's already been a week since I last posted something, but that last post feels like it was written over a month ago. I suppose that just confirms my belief that it's Monday again this Thursday and that it really is spring going on summer. That's what I want to believe, anyway. Everytime we pass by an ice cream parlor that says "closed for season", it takes me about 3 minutes to register why, because if it's spring, it should just be opening for the season, not closing. Then I think that the government is playing some wierd trick on all of us by not telling us what season it really is, and that they don't want us to know because then we might tell someone who might tell someone who might tell a terrorist that it's October instead of March, and then they will attack us!
Anyway, back on planet Earth...
I just read Nancy's "Bad" post, and, as I've been sitting in my apt. feeling tired, sad and anxious, I am comforted by the fact that I'm not alone. "You are not alone, Nancy!" And by that I mean that I am thinking of you in the midst of all of your class/work/housework/relationship stress. I hope your head and hurty eyes feel better.
I'm listening to Enya "A Day without Rain" right now, and then I'm going for a run-in the rain.
If anyone is trying to get a hold of me, I am "Closed for Season".

T/M/TH/W/M/W/F/S/SUNDAY

I know it's been a while since I've last written, and I promised Nancy- www.uncollaborative.blogspot.com that I would update my blog more frequently. This typically happens with me when it comes to writing. I start off really strong and excited about writing, and then the enthusiasm for writing tapers and wanes, until it's completely extinguished and diminished to nothingness. But I realize how therapeutic writing has been for me, and, with that knowledge and some prodding from Nancy and Zach, I continue writing. Maybe the reason it's tapered is because it's now midsemester, which means midterm grades and frazzled students. For me it means forgetting what day of the week it actually is.
I woke up at 4:30 Monday morning thinking it was Tuesday, which is a day off for me. By Monday evening I thought it was Thursday, and by Tuesday evening I thought it was Wednesday. On Thursday evening I was sure that it was only Monday. So now it's Friday, but by the end of the day that may change, too. How is a person expected to keep track of the days which change daily? We've got calendars in just about every room of our apt., and there's one at work. But they're all useless if I don't know what day it is to figure out what day tomorrow will be. Tues./Mon./Th/Wed./Mon/Fri/Sat/Sun. That was my week. I wonder what next week will look like?!

Have a Krimpet

I just came back from a trip to the grocery store, and I'm feeling better. I blared the radio as loudly as I could stand it and got some of my aggression out on the road. It's the best place to do so, and everybody's doing it, so why not?, I figured. And then I had a bowl of ice cream with one of those butterscotch krimpet Tasty Kakes. Those were my favorite as a kid, the ones my dad always packed in my lunch along with a bologna and cheese sandwich and an apple.
And to top it all off, tomorrow is Friday.