“A father’s love is forever imprinted on his child’s heart.” – Jennifer Williamson

Today 26 years ago my dad passed away. It started with an accident at work but he died from an incident during surgery. I text my mom on this day every year to tell her I am thinking about her and love her. I do this on the day he died, his birthday and their wedding anniversary. I’ve now added to this my grandma who passed away in 2017. This day is always a somber day for me. I try to find some peace of mind which is hard. I want him to be proud of me and the things I have accomplished. I wish he could meet his granddaughter and my husband. (they would’ve been best friends.) but more than anything else I want him to be proud me. That means more to me than anything else. I know that I’ve not always made the best decisions and I’ve dealt with some really big demons but I made it through and I would like to think that he held my hand and helped me through it and the reason I survived those suicide attempts was him telling God that I still had great work to do and it wasn’t my time. I don’t know if that is how it works in heaven but he may know some people to help me out.

I worked today but everything just kind of feels like a blur. I have so much work to do with my blog and with my book giving my husband and daughter equal amounts of time feels impossible. Today I will just spend with them though. It is a family day.

Anything worth having is hard work

I am so glad I was off yesterday and got to enjoy myself. I needed that time to rest and clear my head. I am ready to get off work and start editing. I’ve already planned my days off. Tuesday is dedicated to the blog and Wednesday is nothing but edits. When I got off work I went to see Wayne, he is working on a place for his business to expand it a little and I hope he knows how proud of him I am. There is some local drama that I wish would end. There are people that I am not to fond of but I think some of it is wrong. I wish people wouldn’t use things as a personal vendetta and come from a place of peace and understanding. I am saying this and I am not fond of them imagine that I do have some sort of tolerance.

My mood swings are shifting back and forth and I can’t make heads or tells of what is going on.

A friend is a person who knows what you are saying, even when you aren’t talking

Today I was off which is out of the norm for a Saturday but I had so much fun. I wanted to hang out at home but we had an event going on downtown that Wayne helped with so I rode down there with my daughter and had a blast. We ate these amazing pimento cheese bacon bbq sandwiches. I ended up eating 3!! My daughter btw is 11 she will be 12 soon and she doesn’t know how to ride a bike and professionals, family and friends tried to teach her how to ride and it was not happening.

My moods are still unsteady and it was interesting because I didn’t want to talk to anyone (our town is tiny so you know almost everyone.)I made Wayne talk to everyone for me. I just wasn’t in the mood for conversations with anyone all I wanted was Wayne and my daughter so I didn’t talk. He entertained the idea and did it for me. He thought it was odd but understood where I was coming from.

“Start writing, no matter what. …

I have to work today which means editing will happen on my lunch break and when I get off work if I have time. I didn’t get much sleep last night which is weird because I didn’t want to sleep but then I was exhausted this morning. I think my brain is in overdrive right now so it doesn’t know what it wants. I can’t turn it off even if I wanted to… this is one of those times that anything you use to calm you down becomes useful. It used to be writing in my book (the rest of it not what I am currently editing.) but with me editing and trying to push myself to publish I can’t write on the other part because I automatically turn back to editing. I try my journal but that reminds me of how far behind I am on posts and looking at my stats which makes me sad because it means I am not reaching you guys the way I want to.

I’ve learned to force myself to write everyday even if I have nothing to write about just starting typing and see what you come up with. I do that in my journal sometimes I always have a ton of things that happened but my brain is foggy and overworked it can’t focus on something. Writing helps me decompress. What helps you?

Motivation is what gets you started habit is what keeps you going. Jim Rohn

My mood is currently cycling. Cycling moods is like being tortured your body doesn’t know what to do or how to respond. My cycling makes me so tired so quickly but for me up swings are scary. I do the most damage and make more bad decisions when I am in a up swing. I tend to be more careless and give less fucks which means time lapses when I started to get the slightest bit agitated. Let’s see how this goes

Meanwhile:

I am so happy that I am accomplishing so much with my book. I like the fact he isn’t waiting for me to edit something before I send it to him. I am actually ahead of schedule and if I’ve learned everything from the fucked up things I’ve done that hyper focus can be my bff if I can harness and use it in a healthy productive way. I am hoping this jump starts my career so I can have more days like this. I am going to actually finish a book…..SOON!!!

Picture: me after almost 2 days of editing

“The first draft is just you telling yourself the story.” …

Today I spent all day editing my book. I decided to dedicate my entire day to editing my book. I am trying to make sure it is exactly what I wanted and I figured something out. I WILL NEVER BE HAPPY!! I keep finding reasons to change something or add this and take this out but I need to be sure of myself. I will say this upswing is useful for editing purposes I need to hyper focus any extra energy I have but it is like this energy is catching my body up to the rest of me. I’ve had no energy for so long I think my body is like FUCK FINALLY! YOU TOOK A WRONG TURN SOMEWHERE…. LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HORRORS SHE’S DONE. I actually said that out loud as I was typing it in an odd voice and everything. I am strange and need a break from myself. WTF!! Book editing shall continue and the mood is being monitored closely.

Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you.

Today is my first of 3 days off and I am working on getting my book completed. I have to catch up on everything so I can focus on the book. Wayne is off work early today so we get to spend some time together. I have so much to do and not enough energy to complete any of it. I have new pens and journal and I can’t believe I am almost finished with this one. I get paid this week (happy dance) to bad most of it is spoken for. I want to get my Facebook page up and going. My moods are starting to fluctuate which is not good. I know that I’ve dealt with the depression but if an upswing is coming that is dangerous. We will see what happens. I have to stick with everything I am doing even with mood changes. My creative screwed up brain is a blessing and curse super cliche right??

I was supposed to have a doctors appointment today but I cancelled it. Yep not ready to see him right now.

I cleaned to avoid dealing with my problems and it worked….some

Today I decided to clean the house. I am just stressed out about so much stuff and needed a way to deal with it. So I started mopping, doing laundry, cleaned bathrooms, cleaned out my makeup, swept, cleaned the kitchen, took the trash out. It helped for a little while to focus on something else. It made me feel better at least for a little while. I went to Dollar General (the only store we have) and got more cleaning supplies and I made a friend with a Hispanic lady staring at Scrubbing Bubbles with me well I thought we were friends until she started handing out her business card. So if you read this I don’t want you to clean my house and you shouldn’t solicit people you are weak and tired down the cleaning aisle. I filled my cart with cleaning supplies (see picture below) and I had two people walk by me saying, “Oh you must be cleaning do you want to clean my house too?” I was nice the first time the last time I said, “No I am just buying them because I want people to think I clean my house but hey there is a lady down the scrubbing bubbles aisle handing out her business card you should go talk to her. The fuck people.

Wayne was impressed with all the cleaning I did and I was impressed with myself. It made me tired which was okay because it meant that I might get to sleep. I also found “The Torkelsons” on Youtube which makes me extra excited. I used to love that show especially Dorothy Jane because when she talked to the man on the moon about her hopes and dreams I would do the same. She was a hopeless romantic like me. Sometimes you have to bring in the old to make you feel better.

I need more friends to understand that I still want to be invited I’m just not going.

The Monday excitement of having the next two days off as started and 3:00 won’t get here fast enough. Someone I am close to and love is leaving and they are having a going away party for them today and I can’t bring myself to go. I know comments will be made that they are so close and she couldn’t bother to show up but fuck people. It is so hard for me to socialize sometimes especially since I have to at work. I am exhausted and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep. I wanted to go but I couldn’t do it I just couldn’t. I feel like my depression is getting better and if I force myself into a situation that I’m not ready for it will get bad again. I am trying to win this fight in my mind and sometimes it requires you to be a little selfish. I just want to smile again.

Staying up late

FUCKING TIME CHANGE!!!!

I had so much fun last night but I am exhausted. I am definitely paying for it today. I can barely keep my eyes open. I did not get much sleep last night and with no help from my old friend caffeine it looks like I won’t have much energy today. I wouldn’t change yesterday for anything but I also need to work on damn impulsive version of me. Dam you brain and your bad decisions. You knew the time change happened but you didn’t care. What am I going to do with you. Good job dumbass. I will be so happy when I am done at work and can go back home to sleep. Hopefully my body is tired and sick of my shit and says nope we are sleeping. I wonder if I listen to Samuel L. Jackson read Go the fuck to sleep it would help.