There are days when you can order your thoughts. Write something people respond to, and can understand. Then there are days like today, where you're in meltdown, and stream of consciousness is all you can manage.
To wit...
It's funny to look at a photograph, and try and put yourself back in the time and place and headspace when you shot it. This one could be entitled 'irony'. I was on one of the single best trips of my life, out on a boat at the time of this shot, and yet somehow, my boyfriend and the lady who was with us were nowhere to be found. I was alone, and I felt alone, and this summed it all up. I fought for this shot. Almost got blown off the boat by the force of that water rushing down. Almost froze to death in my flip-flops when there was snow and ice all around us. Almost lost my camera to water damage, when i'm usually hyper vigilant.
As you've no doubt guessed, he broke up with me (via email, no less) right after said trip. Photographic portent, perhaps?
Like I said,
irony.
Stream of consciousness begins .... now.
26th of June?.... the 26th. Of. June. I'm not even going to be in the country then. Oh god. I am so over this. I am so fucking over this. I am so fucking over waiting and sitting around being held back by my STUPID brain and my even STUPIDER body from doing the things I wasn't to do, and living the life I want to live. I am so tired. I am so so so tired.. and so so so done.
I thought this shit would be over by now. That I could walk to my heart's content in the Wald with my Ma. Walk faster than my 88 year old grandmother without being in constant pain. That I wouldn't have to spend days sitting around trying to minimize the pain and irritation. To be free of these fucking stupidly practical realities of this body. This constant reminder of every med, every failed 'therapy', every hurt, every shame, every EVERYTHING. I am so ... so... done. Disappointed, devastated, and DONE.
FIN
(yes, it's hard to just lay everything out on the line. that said, I believe very strongly in dealing in the truth. I don't have a high tolerance for bullshit. I hope I can encourage people to share, and that maybe someone will read this, and not feel done, devastated, and alone.)
Yoddles,
nush
To wit...
It's funny to look at a photograph, and try and put yourself back in the time and place and headspace when you shot it. This one could be entitled 'irony'. I was on one of the single best trips of my life, out on a boat at the time of this shot, and yet somehow, my boyfriend and the lady who was with us were nowhere to be found. I was alone, and I felt alone, and this summed it all up. I fought for this shot. Almost got blown off the boat by the force of that water rushing down. Almost froze to death in my flip-flops when there was snow and ice all around us. Almost lost my camera to water damage, when i'm usually hyper vigilant.
As you've no doubt guessed, he broke up with me (via email, no less) right after said trip. Photographic portent, perhaps?
Like I said,
irony.
Stream of consciousness begins .... now.
26th of June?.... the 26th. Of. June. I'm not even going to be in the country then. Oh god. I am so over this. I am so fucking over this. I am so fucking over waiting and sitting around being held back by my STUPID brain and my even STUPIDER body from doing the things I wasn't to do, and living the life I want to live. I am so tired. I am so so so tired.. and so so so done.
I thought this shit would be over by now. That I could walk to my heart's content in the Wald with my Ma. Walk faster than my 88 year old grandmother without being in constant pain. That I wouldn't have to spend days sitting around trying to minimize the pain and irritation. To be free of these fucking stupidly practical realities of this body. This constant reminder of every med, every failed 'therapy', every hurt, every shame, every EVERYTHING. I am so ... so... done. Disappointed, devastated, and DONE.
FIN
(yes, it's hard to just lay everything out on the line. that said, I believe very strongly in dealing in the truth. I don't have a high tolerance for bullshit. I hope I can encourage people to share, and that maybe someone will read this, and not feel done, devastated, and alone.)
Yoddles,
nush




















































