One day at a time is not quite working for me!

I’m finding it somewhat therapeutic to write my feelings down somewhere. I don’t know if anyone reads what I write, agrees, disagrees, or has any opinion or advice at all. I guess what I’m finding is it doesn’t matter.

I had been doing so much better than this for a long time. I got myself away from my business, which unfortunately brought a lot of stress and pain to my life. I say unfortunately because it also at times gave me my greatest joys. It was something I also shared with my son for years.

Thank goodness he has a great life started now and has moved away. He wasn’t around to see what some of our “friends” ended up treating me like in the last 2-3 years. Thank goodness again that he really saw through a lot of these “friends” and separated himself from them in his senior year of high school. I for some reason thought I would be the one that made a difference and would get them and their parents to realize that they really needed to wake up and make some changes in the choices they were making and the way they thought the world owed them.

I didn’t make them see anything in the end, so I feel like I failed them. In the process they brought me down to the lowest point in my life. It was a day I came the closest to succeeding in ended my life. Ambulance was called, I was to the hospital on a stretcher. That’s when I closed it all up and separated myself from almost every person that had been a part of my life for the last 20 years. My son was finishing college and we never let him or anyone else know. My husband and mother were by my side and helped me come back to the land if the living again.

ilike I said, I was doing great! I started the blog thinking I would be writing about moving on. My husband and I enjoying our lives together and really kind if starting “new”. That’s what my first post was all about. I actually was feeling good again!

stupid me! I let my old life creep back in! I heard through some people that the business I left behind to my one of my employees was having some trouble. Not money problems, not in jeopardy of closing, just the same crap I had always dealt with, mean spirited people who were trying to “take over” and run things their way even though they have no knowledge of the business at all.

Feeling like I needed to help because there were great kids involved in my old place, I contacted the old employee to find out what was going on and offer advice if I could. I wish now that anyone had stopped me! After an 8 hr conversation, yes 8 hours straight! I listened to what these few people were trying to do, stories they were telling about me, lies about me, about the employee I left the business to, mean things being done to students. Ugh! It all rushed back! Those same horrible feelings of hate, failure, loathing, anger that I had before. All those feelings not only for the people doing these things but for myself again, as well, because in some way I still feel like I should somehow be able to stop it or control it. I don’t know anymore, I really don’t! Now I most angry at myself for letting this all back in because I had moved forward and was becoming a productive person again. I felt good, like I was going to be able to contribute to my household agin and get back to maybe holding some kind of part time job even. In fact I was offered a job and I’m supposed to go sign papers tomorrow to get everything in line to start training. Now the only problem is all day today I have felt sick to my stomach, have stared multiple times at the full bottle of sleeping pills, just because I’ve allowed myself to sink back into that awful place again! I hate myself for it! I want to go and take this job offer, but I literally feel as soon as I walk out my door I might throw up. I had blocked the people from my life that drug me down and I let it back in, now I’m feeling right back where I was 8 months ago! I have to stop writing because I’m just getting myself worked up, instead of releasing it as I write. A lot of deep breaths tomorrow and I’m hoping I can pull myself together and walk out the door tomorrow. Please God if I do, let the people I talk to be “truly good people” and help me push those people who do nothing but bring me down out of my life again. I don’t even want to tell anyone In my family I’m in this mental place again. I don’t know what they’d do, but I fear they might try to commit me for help and I don’t know if I could handle that either. I’m in a big state of not knowing much right now, I guess!

A “New” Life

I signed up for this blog over a week ago, yet tonight is the first night I actually felt I could write something. Yes, I thought about it a few times, but I couldn’t find the words to start. Twenty one years and one month ago I gave birth to my son. He became “my world”, as most children often do. After a difficult pregnancy and an even more difficult delivery (we almost lost him and me) I took 4 years to stay at home and just enjoy being a mom. We are definitely what most people would consider to be a very close family. My son and I are/were two peas in a pod.

These past three years have brought many changes to our lives. My son started college on the other side of the state, I became ill, my mental state deteriorated because I was sick all the time, and my husband’s stress level was through the roof dealing with it all. After almost two years of struggling to figure out what was going on with me health wise, I got a team of docs who FINALLY started to help. First they diagnosed me with COPD, then found that the COPD was being compounded and exacerbated by a major infection in my sinuses and acid reflux. Separated from each other all of the issues would have been okay to deal with with. Together and untreated for almost two years they were a nightmare. They tried many different cocktails of medications and a sinus surgery and I can happily say about 2 months ago I began to be able to go out of my house again for short periods of time without immediately catching something from the first person I came in contact with. What a blessing! I visited my son at school (Point Park University Conservatory of the Arts) and got the chance to see him perform. With my good news soon followed good news for my son. A job offer!

Everything was a whirlwind of happiness and excitement. As a Dance BFA candidate with a double concentration, he would normally be receiving his degree in 2015, but because of some strong academics and testing out of many classes with the CLEP tests he was set to graduate this May. As a “senior” he began auditioning hoping to have some job offer by the time he graduated. In his case the offer came after audition #1. Now what? “Hey we want to offer you a 10 month contract on a cruise ship, but you have to be in LA in a week!” Again, NOW WHAT?

I got the frantic call, “Mom, what should I do?” He and I went back and forth all day debating the pros and cons of whether to leave in his final semester and take the job. Bottom line, he took the job. Again more happiness (something we hadn’t been accustom to for quite some time) PPU is letting him graduate regularly in May! How, you might ask? He had 5 weeks left and they didn’t “want to stop him from taking a job they had trained him to do.” So lots of extra work went with him to LA that needs to be finished before he is placed on the ship at the end of April, but WOW everything is working out the way my husband and I always thought it would. I’m regaining my health, he’s regaining his sanity, and our son is graduating and has a job. PERFECT! ………………………………….

Yes! It is perfect, it’s what we all want our lives to end up like. We will even have a wedding to look forward to in a year or two, as my son will soon be proposing to his long time girlfriend.

Hmmmmmmmm, he didn’t call me tonight. He didn’t send me a text! I didn’t see a post on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram! Something’s wrong, he must be hurt, injured and in the hospital, sick, something! Remember I said we were close. Although we didn’t speak every day when he was at college, I saw signs of life; a picture or post on some social media. Today nothing! So now what do I do? Do I call? Text? No. I clean my house from top to bottom, do every bit of laundry, cook meals, rearrange 2 closets and give my 2 dogs haircuts! And then of course at 3:30 a.m. I begin to write my first ever blog post. He is fine and I know it, if he wasn’t I would have gotten a call from the company he’s working for. So my brain repeats that over an over so that I don’t pick up the phone 2 inches away from my hand at that moment. He’s 21, on the opposite side of the country. He’s all grown up!

So now I’m left to ponder, what will this “new life” I have be like? And will I like it?