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wild_dreamer: (SPN - Sam has emofaise)
Tuesday, July 11th, 2023 11:36 am
It's been so hard to get through this. Broken promise after broken promise; and now I'm blocked on everything with no way to reach out. I miss you so badly.

It's a shame you just keep running away from your feelings. You can run to booze, to weed, to another person, but you won't be happy until you focus on yourself first.

I know it was probably rude of me to say what I said, but it was the truth, and you could have said something instead of just straight up blocking my number. I told you time and again that all you had to do was tell me to leave you alone. But once again, instead of talking to me, sounding out your feelings and possibly working through the issues, you just turned tail and ran.

I never knew you were such a coward.

I think I'm finally starting to get over it though. I'm still hurting, still wounded and angry, still resentful and yet somehow hopeful. And I still love you, because I always will. Some part of me is still holding out hope for our friendship, but it's wilting under the pressure of your silence.

How could you be so cold?

I thought I knew you, but I guess I only ever knew a little bit; I understood how deep your heart runs but not how easily you could give up on someone.

You told me once that you wanted me to be a part of your life forever, the same as I wanted you. You promised me a friendship beyond measure. And you promised that even if we broke up it wouldn't change our friendship. But you lied.

How many lies did you tell me? How often was it the alcohol talking, Dranky at the wheel?

Do you remember the day we sat on the back swing at my haunted house and you told me I deserved someone who would take care of me? That I too deserved to be saved, loved, supported? and I told you I had someone in mind but I was scared they couldn't handle me.... and I was right. You couldn't handle me when I got carried away, when I let the blind love take me like waves and pull me under. You couldn't take care of me, because you couldn't even take care of yourself enough.

Maybe my mistake was trying to take care of you. Maybe I should have just let you carry me, floated on the current and believed you'd hold me up.

Then again, I'm drowning now, so who's to say you wouldn't have let me go anyway, too far out to save.

Who is supposed to save me now?
wild_dreamer: (Rin - happy mask)
Sunday, October 23rd, 2022 08:15 am
I feel like such a wreck. I still don’t know what I did that was worth throwing our whole friendship away.

I showered last night, for the first time in… nine days? Wasn’t until I pumped the soap into my scrubbie that it clicked: my soap is coconut, like my sunscreen, and it makes me think of beaches and you.

I lay awake at night, body exhausted and ready for sleep, eyes tired, brain wired and spinning a mile a minute with thoughts of you. Wishing, wondering, and digging at the wound in my heart like I can somehow carve those four months out of it and start again.


Also I think my cat is dying. He’s technically a senior cat now, nearly twelve (if his paperwork was accurate) and has been hyperthyroid for years now. I started treating him with cbd when I couldn’t afford the compound lotion I had to dose in his ears (which he hated, loathed, could taste, and despised) when I could hardly remember to do it twice a day let alone find him and struggle with him to get it done. He improved, drastically, seemed in less pain from his hips, lost a lot of the swelling and water weight.

This year he went from probably 18-20lbs of cat… to maybe 11-12lbs. I think he just.. stopped eating the dry food. He’s peeing a TON, he looks old man skinny, when I give him his treats laced with cbd he acts like he’s starving. I’ve been supplementing with wet food, picked up broth, picked up wet treats, anything to get calories in him. He also suddenly lost a ton of fur down his back when I brushed him one day, and his back was scaly/scabby… we’ve gone back to full grain free food, he got a bath with oatmeal and aloe shampoo, and he improved, but I’m still scared I’m gonna wake up and find him gone one day and I don’t know if I can handle that right now.

He’s been so much more affectionate. He laid down with his paws and chest on my outstretched hand yesterday and purred himself to sleep— terrifying me in the process when his head did the sleepy kitten trick and just BONK right into my hand. Of course, then he came up in my lap and decided to pee on me when he woke up, so it’s a mixed bag.

I’m so extra depresso it’s not even funny right now, and we’re just heading into SAD season to boot. I wish I could disappear, become someone else, somewhere else, or even just stop existing for a while. Existence requires too much upkeep. There’s all these things to do, this body to look after, these feelings like waves crashing over my head that won’t let me come up for more than a gasp at a time. Work to make money to keep a roof over me and mine, keep food in our bellies, keep gas in our cars, just live in this capitalist world. No energy for hobbies or even chores. I just want to turn my body over to someone else to run for a while, take a vacation via astral projection.


Yeet my consciousness into space, free me from the bondage of being human.


Don’t worry, I’m not dying anytime soon
wild_dreamer: (not so Alice now)
Thursday, February 13th, 2020 07:25 pm
Bast help us, Waifu has a shopping problem. Can't say I'm surprised, it's one thing she's always been good at, but we have amazon packages come every day. When we get a house, she can build a damn cat fort with them, but for now it's just amassing clutter in an already overcrowded home~.
wild_dreamer: (Default)
Monday, May 20th, 2019 07:05 pm
i dunno what I wanted to write, I'm just in a Mood To Write

wanted to type, to tell some kind of story

Guess I'll update my journal lol


I feel like I've lost some important things in the process of Growing Up that I miss. And the depression and anxiety and all of it has just eaten away at me until I'm a shell of what I used to be, more often than not.

I can't stand my job because I border on unnecessary in a strange way; there's so much time where I do nothing, or very little, and I know for the people I work for I do a lot, and they value the time and energy I put in, but there is so. much. down. time.
But I love my job because I'm a caregiver by nature, and I am helping people, and it's mostly easy on my body; there's a lot of down time and easy work. I enjoy the people I get to know (mostly).
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Contradictions. Mentally I want something challenging, but I don't know what that means anymore with how addled my brains feel like they've gotten. Physically I want something challenging, but my chronic health problems there create this Venn diagram of things I feel like I could do in the tiniest center sliver of near statistical insignificance-- okay, maybe not that bad but it was fun to write.

And I have a hard time working on getting better physically, because of where I am mentally, and it turns into the sneaky spiral of exhausted give-no-fucks.

Which is basically where I spend my time, either giving zero fucks or giving too many fucks, with no comfortable middle ground. What middle ground there is, is spent on things I wish I could either give less fucks about or have the energy to do something about the fucks I do give about them. UGH.


I feel like an absolute wreck any time I stop to think about it. The inside of my head is a mess as bad as the one I live in (or worse) and I hate it.

I have zero defined characters I can "drop into" like I used to. I have no motivation. I have no energy. I have no inspiration. I love to write, to doodle, to ride a bike, to run, to play, to dance, to read books... But even those things still feel outside of my grasp. Honestly this journaling has been the most writing I've done (except occasional RP on imvu) in far too long. Thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I don't feel unhappy, though. I feel happy, most of the time, with what I do have. With the things that I do do. I listen to music, I watch some TV or video games, I cuddle with Babe. These things are good.

And honestly, I don't hate cleaning. Like, when I'm in a mood to do it, I even usually enjoy it. I feel satisfied when I make a difference at the end. Some of it is tedious (especially organizing!) but a job well done is still well done and satisfying. It's all about the starting, usually. Hell, even when I don't enjoy it I'm honestly pretty ambivalent about it. So why is it so damn hard to start?


I told Waifu once that I follow the path of least resistance. I need direction, engagement, external force exerted in order to make things happen. Once they become routine, it's easier: because I trained my cat to annoy me at bedtime until I get my meds and then feed her, she gets fed and I get my meds at approximately the same time every evening. But until then, until I have a consistent force to set a routine, I live by the path of least resistance. And it's... probably not good, actually.

I just don't know what to do about it right now.
wild_dreamer: (Hatori/Shigure - thoughtful)
Saturday, March 30th, 2019 04:12 pm
Maybe if I put it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threatening the life it belongs to
cause these words are my diary screamin out loud and it feels like i'm naked in front of the crowd

close enough anyway. I'm so stressed today about all kinds of shit so I might as well get it off my mind.

There are things I need to do to get my mental health on track. Some I know, some I don't.

I need to get my physical health back on track too. I'm doing good about taking my pills at night, but my sleep schedule is for shit and my morning meds are all over the place half the time.

I want to work out, or at least just get moving more often and with some kind of regularity. Martial arts classes are my "ideal" solution (scheduled, consistent, etc) but they cost $$ which we will be getting to. Babe has a gym membership, at least, so we can go do that when he's willing/available. Still doesn't put me in a scheduled place though.

I need to get on a schedule with chores during the week so we can keep up with maintenance once they get back to baseline. They need to get to baseline first, which is weekend chores. I can't live in a place this cluttered, but the gross mess stuff needs to get dealt with. I have a sudden understanding of why my grandparent's house was always just a little grimy; grandma didn't have the ability to keep up with everything and work.

I feel like work always has to come first because without it we have no money to take care of ourselves and the rest of the things. But my body and mental state means if I work hard enough to support myself financially, I have no energy left over to take care of anything else.

it's like this complicated web woven to catch me mid-net and twist around me, holding me in place against my will.

Work, chores, declutter, work out, enjoy life, relax. how many of them can I actually sustain? How do I get past the depression, the anxiety, the ADHD that leaves me in a complicated mess of "I should be" and "I wish I could" that always culminates in "...but I'm not" or "...but instead here I am scrolling facebook again" and I'm just as tired of that as everything else.

how do I get my poor brain working on a regular basis again? my body to sustainably not ache and cooperate with my need to do things? my wallet to not be a constant disappointment?

ugh.
wild_dreamer: (Akito - darkness)
Tuesday, March 19th, 2019 11:23 pm
i miss roleplaying Akito

when people know what to expect in the way of abuse it's easier to let it out safely

I have that dark streak, full of rage and misguided love


We're over. I'm gonna try to put more effort into being an actual friend, but I'm through being a partner to this broken mess we've made. I love her to the end of the world, and I broke my own heart this time. Maybe it's the last time.


I fucked up my wrist punching a wall tonight, too.

I'm such a mess.
wild_dreamer: (Rin - happy mask)
Tuesday, February 19th, 2019 09:53 am
this grey in my chest is expanding
leaving me cold
in a way blankets
and heaters
and showers
and your warm body
don't help

the distance between my feelings
and my ability to feel them
is a vast chasm over which I stare
watching all the colors
turn grey
like those dreams where you jump
and instead of landing you just
keep
falling
slowly
like gravity is wrong
or you're under water
sinking

the sky above the surface isn't even blue anymore
the water is ice cold
and I am heavy
with the weight of feelings
that leave me numb
breathless
drowning
cold

clinging desperately to the shreds of my sanity
wishing I could melt away into the sea
breathe the salt water like air into my lungs
become one with the motion of the waves
and drift away
wild_dreamer: (Utena - revolution)
Monday, February 18th, 2019 11:47 am
Today is my anniversary~ Waifu and I have officially been married for five years today. Through all the hardships, through bouts of anger and depression and heartbreak and bonding, we've somehow managed to get by this long. Barely.

I love her, but

and there it is, the million dollar "but" that always begins the breakdown, and it scares me

her depression is _so bad_, so often, and I can't help but feel like trying to save her will only lead to me drowning too. I'm scared to admit it, but when she was gone I was doing better. It's hard to tell if it's winter taking its toll, but I definitely see myself struggling to tread water where I wasn't before, because she's always drowning and I'm so determined to try and help that it takes its toll on me and my health.

I don't know how to do this.

It doesn't help that I'm probably the only person whose meds work reliably (if I can remember to take my morning ones, especially) enough to get much done, so I feel like I'm constantly the one who ends up having to deal with things that need done. I get resentful, even though I know I shouldn't. And so much of the mess is mine after all; all the clutter and junk I keep in such a tight space, made tighter by the number of people, and the mounting tensions between everyone.

She wants me to seek her out, initiate contact more often, but I'm so tired from everything already that mostly I just want to go crawl into bed, or lay my head on Babe's chest and just let all the stress drain away into his grounding presence.

Maybe, when she's not sick with this nasty cold nobody wants anymore, I can do the same and just lay my head on her chest and relax for a while. I dunno if it will work the same; I remember a time when she was that kind of comfort, before our interactions became anxiety and resentment and fights and heartbreak more often than comfort and smiles. I want to make this work, if I can. If I can keep my head above water long enough.
wild_dreamer: (SPN - Dean's purty mouth)
Saturday, January 26th, 2019 11:40 pm
Long time no see, Dreamwidth. How's it hangin?

So much has changed. So much still hasn't changed.

How long has it even been? years? Since 2016, three years.

I'm still married (somehow), but my lovely husband has become my even lovelier wife in the meanwhile. Life has been hard, chaotic, depressed and painful and broke, for so long I sometimes wonder if it's worth it all... but then things begin to fall into place.

Last year I figured out my medication more: my antidepressant is a low dose in the summer and a high dose in the winter and the transition was almost smooth for once this winter. I only lost a week to the bleh, instead of months. And I'm on strattera for the ADHD and it finally seems to be working at the standard 80mg dose; fewer side effects than the adderall had and no stupid contracts to sign so I can still be an off-work stoner and drink a few drinks with my friends now and then. Missing my nighttime meds leads to a day of itchy bleh, but I trained the cats to harass me at bedtime for food and I don't feed them until I get my meds so that seems to be mostly working.

I started playing on IMVU (I blame little Nova for that) during the darkest times of winter 2017 and made some excellent friends and a new long term partner, who I had to kidnap from his abusive relationship in Wisconsin. He came home in October. I call him Babe <3

Boyfriend A (previously referenced in 2015) and I broke up over the summer, though we're still on great terms; he moved in with Waifu and I when Bachelor House 2.0 fell through and he's still here. Waifu had a chaotic adventure of six months with her job training (in Virginia of all places) and got opportunities to learn and grow, though things between us had been extremely rocky and tough and the six months was an excellent break from one another.

She's home now. We have four people living in a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 750 square foot apartment with all of my crap and three of us are clothes monsters. It's been chaos and struggling, but with storage we should be getting better soon...

And now Bunny has moved in because she got kicked out of her home. She and her sweet 6 month old lab/shepherd mix, Bear, are crashing on our couch with my wife.

Five people. Plus my two cats and my snek.

I love them all, and the money will get better fast this way but lord almighty the chores and the clutter and the only having one bathroom is going to be the death of me.


I'm going to try to keep up on this journaling thing even if it's just random thoughts; I missed writing regularly. I need an outlet for all the things that go on in my head so they don't take me over.


And in probably the strangest turn my life has taken in all this time... I prefer male pronouns at the moment. I spent a few months on regular testosterone treatments, and am continuing a very low maintenance dose. I feel more andro/genderfluid than specifically male, but presenting female is a rarity for me this last year. Presenting femboi on the other hand... XD

And Babe is a transman, too; making three of five household members transgender. It's a strange journey I'm on but I love it.

I think I've had enough typing for the moment; I have chore charts to go make so I can laminate them.

So now that I have screamed my updates into the void for all none of you still listening, I must away. I'm sure I'll be back soon. Or not. XD
wild_dreamer: (Akito Sohma)
Friday, November 13th, 2015 09:59 pm
The meds seem to be working, finally. I'm still tired, but I'm doing better with personal care, and I'm much better about not being a crazy and emotionally unpredictable wreck.

It's weird having regular emotions. I get sad, disappointed, upset, angry... but not wildly and irrationally so.

Exhaustion still happens; the depression and anxiety are only a part of the chronic illness. And when I'm exhausted, the emotions still run stronger. But it's so much better than it was.


Today, I am exhausted. Today I was tired, sleepy, all day. I slept from around midnight until almost one this afternoon, and I'm still tired. Still sleepy. It's grey and dreary out, which is likely a part of it; the oncoming cold weather is surely another part.

Today I went home after work only to gather a few necessities before going to the boyfriend's for the night.

Currently, I feel disappointed, abandoned, left behind, alone. Old insecurities resurfacing. But it's my own fault, for not communicating. "I want to come along," I didn't say. I put my shoes back on, my sweater and jacket, my hat. But I never said "I'm coming, too." "Don't leave without me." "Wait for me." So now I'm here, alone, feeling left behind. Ugh.