I hate it when something terrible happens to one of my friends and I’m too far away to do much good. In this case, one of my friends lost her husband yesterday, and she’s an ocean away. I just found out about it now and I feel terrible for her.
I’ve just learned of your death. I’m glad you’re at peace now, but it rips my heart out that it ended this way. Please don’t think I’m angry at you. I’m not, I’m angry that what happened to you happened at all, I’m angry that those who hurt you didn’t care that their actions would leave deep wounds that would never heal no matter how hard you tried. I hope that during the time you followed my blog, I was able to provide some comfort, or at least knowledge that you weren’t alone in your fight. You’re free now. Rest well my friend.
If I had the means and the ability to do so, I would change countries and become a citizen of whatever country I would move to. I am, yet again, ashamed to say I’m an American citizen. All of the rioting that is currently taking place right now because of the decision not to charge the Ferguson, Mo police officer is NOT gonna make anything better! Nor will continuing to riot help anyone’s cause. It will, in fact, do the opposite. Hurt rather than help. I’m not saying that there shouldn’t have been charges. What I AM saying is that the decision has come down, and while nobody has to like it, the grand jury has spoken, and all the rioting in the world is not gonna change the decision that it made.
I meant to post this ages ago but I was ill with the stomach bug from hell, so I had to wait until now, On the day before I went to the cottage for the last time, I decided to grit my teeth and inform my assistant that I didn’t want to go back. It’s hard to explain to someone who comes from a big, close knit family why for you, the opposite is the case. Bottom line, I’ve not spoken to my mother since coming home, and my plans for next year are very much up in the air right now.
Within the last few days, I’ve had to make a very painful decision. Next month’s trip to the cottage will be my last, at least as long as my mother is alive. Unfortunately, it was made painfully clear to me that she and I do not get along well enough to be able to even be under the same roof together, She recently broke a confidence, which has been difficult enough for me to deal with, but on top of that, when I was there last week, she began trying to order me about and tell me what to do. When I told her that she no longer had any say over what I did or didn’t do anymore, her response was to tell me that that may be true in my own home, but that while I was in hers, this was how it was going to be. This, on top of the broken confidence made me realize how little respect she has for me. Now, I knew that this was true to a certain degree, but up until last week, I didn’t realize just how deeply the lack of respect from her ran, I love the cottage because its connected to my dad, but I must now drastically limit my contact with my mother, And that means not coming to the cottage anymore while she is alive.
I’ve struggled lately with the trigger of not feeling validated. As in, not feeling seen or heard or feeling as though my feelings and opinions don’t matter. To be clear, this was not brought on by anyone who follows me here or any of my close friends that know and love me. This has been an issue from the time I was a young child and continues to be to this day. Recently, it came up again when Kanye West did something that was very insensitive. I won’t go into it here, I will just say, google Kanye West and I bet it will pop up, because its been all over social media and the internet. I was so angry about what I saw and heard him say during and after the incident that I started a petition on a petition site. But so far, only those closest to me have signed it. Hence the trigger.
I want to emphasize here that I am NOT fishing for people to sign it by saying only a few have. I am merely stating a fact. It takes a lot for me to come out in favor of or against something because of the issue I have with not feeling validated, and every time the issue comes up for me, it hurts me.
That’s what this post is gonna be, a hodgepodge of different things. So buckle up, it may be a bumpy ride. To begin with, I’ve been fighting a summer cold. Granted, it’s now in the ending stages, but I’ve come to the conclusion that summer colds are the WORST thing ever. Ugh.
Most of you know that I have a cousin who is in severe decline from lupus. On the first day of this month, quite literally, I learned that one of my former classmates from school died on that very day. Her death is still being investigated as it was not expected. Both of these things have really knocked me flat emotionally. One of the more difficult things of being an empath. For those not familiar with that term. an empath is someone who can pick up on the feelings and energy of others. Also, empaths feel things more deeply and strongly than the average person, so when bad things happen I get hit harder with it than most people. On top of this, I am also continuing to do what I do, which is try to make the world a little bit better by the end of each day than it was when I woke up.