Daily Archives: September 27, 2012

Have you no Shame? I should hope not Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment

Today is ..today is what is today?  I have been off all week I mean really first a day behind then a day ahead and oh it’s Thursday… yay!  You know what that means! Wooohooooo Next week I am going to lighten things up a bit for you mostly because next week – is the … Continue reading

Perfect Just As I Am

A few weeks ago a wrote a post called PTSD: Damaged Goods.  I had just come out of a tempestuous relationship and was feeling lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut, to quote “Side Meat” in the cowboy band Riders in the Sky.

Yesterday was Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement.  One fasts from both food and water for 26 hours, and if you go to synagogue, you pray a lot.  In mine, here in Jerusalem, you pray A LOT.  Meaning, we started at 6:30 AM and finished up after 6 PM, without a break, standing most of the time.  Our congregation sings most of the liturgy, so we sang almost all day, and danced a lot.

Wait a minute:  singing and dancing while fasting on the Day of Atonement, the awe-filled day when one’s fate for the coming year is supposed to be sealed?  Who will live, who will die, who in their proper time, who prematurely, who by fire, who by water, who by wild beasts, who by earthquake…it gets very specific.  And yet here we are, singing and dancing.  We are rejoicing, because on that Day we have the chance to truly change our lives for the better.  We are working hard at the task of bringing light into the world and into our own lives.

I started seeing things very differently during the course of the day.  Inserted into each of five sections of prayer is a confession, or viduy, that lists many types of errors we may have committed, whether knowingly or unknowingly, and after listing those transgressions, we ask forgiveness from out Maker and that our transgressions should be erased as if they were never committed.

Somehow in there, I started to see how the relationship I recently left had brought out characteristics that exist in me that I find repulsive, unpleasant, and just plain wrong.  I don’t like those things in myself.  But you know what?  If I hadn’t been in that relationship, I would never have seen those aspects of myself that I want to change.  They were lurking in there in my character the whole time.  I just didn’t have access to the stimulus that would bring them out.  The fact that those characteristics are present in the other person in a magnified, almost caricatured form, and it was a shock to me, while reciting the Viduy, to see those trait in…none other than Yours Truly!

Things like having a garbage mouth, not being careful about how I speak to others, being haughty and arrogant, being boastful, saying bad things about other people behind their back, and other things I’d rather not go into.  I don’t like these traits in myself, and my former but no longer Beloved brought these out into the light so that I could see them.

Rebbe Nachman of Braslav teaches that if you see a negative trait in someone else, it’s because you yourself harbor that trait and the other person is a messenger to help you see it so you can fix it.

Having said all that about things I don’t like about myself and want to fix, I’m going to take a huge leap here and say that I’m very happy with who I am.  I’m happy that I have the capacity and the willingness to take a good long hard look at my own character, and be honest about admitting that I have some work to do.

We are not created perfect, for the simple reason (according to Jewish thought) that we are here to strive for perfection in this life, and if we were already perfect, what would we be here for?

On the other hand, if we are doing a good job of striving, then we are carrying out our purpose here on the planet perfectly.

So I am feeling perfectly imperfect just as I am, as I am working toward perfecting my imperfections, and that’s pretty darn good, for me.

Sensitivity SUCKS

I absolutely ABHOR  being so fucking sensative!

I feel like an angry bruise. And I am an emotional eater… so I have been eating ice cream since last night. I really wanted some McDonalds… Chicken Nuggets and Fries!  But I managed to stay away from the golden arches…Instead I got a half a gallon of ice cream. :(

My husband hasn’t touched me in weeks. Sexual or otherwise. Its kinda making me feel unloved, unwanted, not needed…. And to boot, I’m trying to have a conversation with him last night, but… apparently his game is more important. He was at the top of the stairs kept looking down the stairs like “hurry up, I have important things to do” kinda look… fuck it. Go play your game…. don’t let me stand in the way….

We had this problem many years ago at the beginning of our marriage… Gaming. I don’t mind gaming. As long as you are responsible about it. Get your stuff done, THEN play. He used to make purchased for imaginary things for his games…. Oh that PISSED me off! This was before he was making decent money. We were living in low income housing, barely had groceries  BUT…. he had money to buy things for his guild…

But now it’s different.

I do understand that he stayed away from me for a few days because he had a rash. Now, the rash was from laundry detergent we think. It was at his waist and his thighs. It was like hives and itchy. Benadryl pills and cream did the trick to get it gone. Had I no idea where he is all the time, I might have raised an eyebrow over the rash…. But I know where he is all the time. Work or Masons.

I don’t think he understands just HOW sensative I am…. Especially since I am no longer on meds. And then I wonder if I am being too emotional over something so stupid. And I have voiced my opinion about him being so distant, and he just blows it off like nothing… Perhaps I should tell him that it is THIS kind of behavior that makes me want to look outside of my marriage? Not that anyone would want me right now, I am so fucking disusting and piggish…. From all the damn ice cream and no excercise because I’ve been so fucking depressed because…. He won’t have anything to do with me. What a fucking circle.

I have to not give a fuck. But the problem is, I do. And that is the lovely thing about my relationship with bipolar. I eaither give too many shits about something…. or I could fucking care less… I give with every fiber of my being… or not. One way or the other… No middle ground for me. Yet, when it comes to opionons… I’m always grey. I always see both sides.

Fuck. I hate being me sometimes.



Kenny did not appear at the shop today and I spent the whole day wondering if I actually offended him. I mean, we play off of each other like the characters on That 70′s Show, throwing out insults and “burns”. Always trying to one up each other. He swore I absolutely could not offend him, so I went all How I Met Your Mother and thought, challenge accepted. I called him a helper monkey and asked him why he lived there at the shop 24-7.

Now he might not have appeared because he was working.

But then, maybe I did manage to offend a guy who said he could not be offended.

Thing is, we got a lot more accomplished without him there hijacking the computer and yapping and watching TV, even tho R’s grand daughter was sick and in the shop for three hours til her mom could pick her up. (Babies are like an instant upper for me,I was gaga.)

I don’t know why I even care.

Comes on the heels of the donor basically telling me how horrible I am. Which with as little time as it took him to get over me and recover from all my damage, I’m thinking I did something wrong. His first wife was allegedly so bad he didn’t date for 7 years. Cripes, I can’t even terrorize a man and traumatize him properly.

But apparently I was getting too twitchy today because R looked at me and said, “Getting paranoid there, Nik?”


It didn’t get much better once I got home. I just have this gut feeling the donor is going to find a way to punish me for not caving and signing his stupid paperwork.

Kinda feel justified in being paranoid.

But the anxiety is causes, the train of thoughts it sets off border on being completely insane.

That scares me.

I used to be paranoid,like Mulder, from X Files.

I am slowly becoming paranoid like Mel Gibson from Conspiracy Theory.

While my ever so helpful counselor tells me to regulate my emotions.

If my damn  brain would quit misfiring and putting me in these illogical frames of mind, I might stand a chance of that.

But since I spend so much time confused about what is mood swing, what is personality disorder, what is anxiety, what is my failing…

Bloody hell, the woman has me as confused as the donor.

I don’t think the mental health care “professionals” have a bloody fucking clue. They’re not even on the same damn page.

One says you absolutely have a mental condition and must take meds.


wtf is that?

Then you have psychologists,most of whom have zero use for medications and think everything can be psychoanalyzed and cured through thousands of dollars of chit chat.

I am becoming pissed off and disillusioned again with the whole mental health community thing.

I don’t think these people are helping me.

Or is that my own skewered perception?

I should feel better having talked to my therapist and her validating some of my concerns.

Part of my brain tells me she’s giving me bad advice because secretly she is on the donor’s side.

Which I am still thinking of my stepmonster,given that she talked to the man for 15 minutes and gushed about all the help her and dad have given me and how they’ve had her stay at their house (like I can’t handle taking care of my kid myself.)

She always wanted the donor, and she wasn’t shy about saying so right in front of my dad. Good looking, good cook, nice butt, blah blah b lah.

I don’t care if she denies it now, I think she just might be buying his self pity and leaning in his direction.

Though truth be told, I hope that is just the misfiring brain and panic and not fact.

I mean, I had a comment/message on my other blog tonight asking if they could use some excerpts for their similar themed blog as long as they give me credit…

and all I can think is, what if this is some trick by the donor, setting me up to look insane in court by using my blog against me?

or what if this is some random anti mental illness freak who wants to post my shit and have people mock me?

Yes,I know, I am pretty loopy.

This is where I force the logic to kick in, and just ride out the skewered perceptions and paranoia and panic.

I still can’t help but feel wary.

If things continue to slip this way…I may volunteer for electroshock.

I am sick of not being able to trust my own mind.