Coffee-stained eyes greet mine, Through the strain I’m reminded of A song, How does it go again? “If your lost, you can look and you will find me…” “Time after time.”
We operate on opposing tides, In the late night, When the moon is high, You retreat, Somewhere small, the place where anger lives. I swell, Alive on wild whims, dangerous too. Might just leave it all behind, But then I remember… I wouldn’t have you. And despite our differences, I’m still able to find us, In your eyes.
I’m writing this while waiting for my plane to take off. I’m praying WordPress’s scheduling feature decides to work for me today. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be in Florida by the time you see this! To understand why that’s so crazy for me, check out one of my previous posts, “Our First Trip Together” ! Anyways, hope you enjoy.
A sprinkle of starlight In your eyes, The magic you spread, Far and wide. The calm to my storms, The day to my night, I’m sorry to have ever doubted Your might. As you grow tired or weary, I’ll be at your side, Accepting the challenge, Taking it in stride! And as we embark on our next journey, Know that it is simply sublime, To have the privilege To call you Mine.
Interference on the radio, Language just outside my grasp, A pause at my lips, Thoughts carried away on a whisper. Do you know what I mean? It’s …That ……..That …………That Quiet time in contemplation, As the train rolls out of the station. That…sinking sensation, Intrusive intuition, an infestation. It’s …That ……..That …………That Falling in your sleep, Down the mountain so steep, Can’t go back, won’t count sheep. The vault breaking from all the secrets you keep. It’s …That ……..That …………That Fending off tired eyes, Writing out your 88th reprise, Because the thought you most despise, Is your intellectual demise.
A wild swirl of colors, A beastly rush of blood to my head. Sweat and forget What worries me, Riding on a wave of pink and green. Sweat and forget All I’ve heard, What you’ve seen.
Panic grips my throat, I’m rising in a lava lamp, Sweat and forget, Does that work? I don’t know, sometimes. Get up, Rise to the occasion, You’re not trying! Yes, I am, but does it matter if you don’t believe me? I don’t know, it shouldn’t. Sweat and forget, Forget the random outbursts, Forget my own hype, Forget the odd nerves, Are you crying?
Growing in my self-confidence is one of my biggest goals right now. As I’ve mentioned before, for a long time, I trusted that other people knew better than me about the path forward. I think, in the blog posts I’ve made about this, I tend to oversimplify the achievement of growth. There is more to it then practicing affirmations and assuring yourself that you know what’s best.
In recent weeks, people in my life challenged me about the content I put on this blog. Essentially, the argument has become that some of the content is too dark for potential employers to see because there is still a big taboo around mental health. The solution they came up with was for me to private the site. Here is where I want to address the next step in nurturing your self-confidence. You have to also advocate for yourself. This is something that I’ve historically struggled to do. I had to say that I was not going to private the blog and I was going to continue to post.
I told myself that I was going to run my life. Now, I had to let everyone else know. This has unfortunately earned me a “stubborn” label to some. However, I feel there is a difference between constructive criticism that I can use to better myself and telling me that the art/advice I’m putting out needs to be silenced. In fact, if I’m wrong, please correct me in the comments!
Also, and one of my friends brought this up the other day, it is important that we dismantle the stigma around mental health and it’s occasional fluctuations. Making this blog private would only feed into the narrative that mental health is not for open discussion. That flies directly in the face of why I made this blog in the first place. Yes, a lot of what I post is poetry about some of my past struggles. It is often how I best express my feelings. However, I want people to know they are not alone in some of these struggles. Solidarity is the best way to combat solitude.
If we need one more example as to the negative treatment of mental health, a lot of the same people who encouraged me to keep this blog private were the ones who once told me I should change direction and talk more about my physical disability, my cerebral palsy. So let me pose a question, why is it OK to talk about a physical disability and not the various things we have going on mentally? Why would an employer prefer to read about me overcoming physical challenges but overcoming mental ones is off limits? Why aren’t these topics given equal value?
I understand this is a systemic issue. I’m hardly the first to talk about it but let’s just air our grievances a little longer. If nothing else, please let this post serve as a reminder that what you are going through is valid, whether you face struggles or not. I hope and pray that all of your days are trouble free but I also know that’s not how life works. There are going to be times where we struggle emotionally or mentally. No matter what you are going through, you deserve to be heard.
Weaving a long-lost dreamer into a starlit sky, You said things were fine, What a time to be alive! Remember when life was simple? Neither do I. You think too much! What does thinking too little look like? Racing headlong onto cobblestone streets, Dancing with bruised feet? When I was young, I was told to dream of the impossible! Now, I’m told I have impossible dreams. Sounds unfair, but okay. …We live in a society! Yes, yes that’s all I hear you say! But the universe is kind If you let yourself feel the vibe, You might just see, How beautiful we’re meant to be.
Raven hair, you might fly away, Misty eyes, won’t cry today, Standing tall on a weak frame, Hungry, to get a taste of fame.
Is there any glamour In hearing the clamor? The voices in your head Calling out before bed, That you could have done better?
Is there any glory In the torn pages of your story, Text yellowed with age, If only you weren’t locked in your own cage. What’s that, burning, Stomach-turning, Useless rage?
Yell all you need, No one takes heed. Sensitive mess! You are no more, but perhaps even less.
Fight those thoughts you feel. What’s their purpose, are they real? What’s the goal In watching these storms, taking their toll?
Remember, you were destined for greatness? Now you lie here, utterly faithless! I hope you enjoyed this intimate tryst, Into the mind of a perfectionist.
You are so much stronger than you know! I’ve said it before but it needs to be repeated. In fact, my homework to you is to repeat that to yourself at least once a day.
Even though I did not start out having the best day, it is never too late to turn that around. Trust in your intuition and trust yourself enough to know your own needs.
Lastly, no matter how you are feeling today or what you managed to do, know that I am incredibly proud of you.
You know those days, When you have to look D E E P Inside yourself For the motivation to rise? Folding under a sea of blankets, Carry me away! At least, in my dreams, I’m not so tired.
Topsy-turvy, upside-down, cyclical tailspin, I whirl around, Faster and faster still until it feels I might disappear am I excited or nervous who knows who cares breathless racing to the point of no return on and on and on and on can’t stop addicted to the shindig 10 points if you know that reference maybe we can be friends hope you haven’t paused for a moment since the last time I put a comma punctuation is important after all hahahaha crazy coffee high Nausea headaches vomiting am I pregnant no am I dying slowly that’s a normal thing to say Julie all I know is I won’t stop No matter how dizzy.
Here’s a picture of my doggy nephew to lighten the mood a bit.