Birthday in Review

Birthday in review

This time last year, I was thinking of taking my life. I was sure I was going end things. My book was done and I didn’t care if it got published or not. But I had commitments to keep. I had to keep my relationship with my writing partner. I had to keep going for my therapist’s sake. And by the time this day came, I really didn’t want to take my life. I wanted to see my book published. I wanted to see if I could lose weight (I would gain and lose for most of the year).

The relationship I have with my therapist is unconventional. Today, I finally saw her after months of not seeing her. She dressed my 3 ft bear with a birthday hat and a card. The card was a goofy one, as show in this post. But the words that she wrote really touched me. She called me exceptional, something I have never heard before. Unlike my father who said that I smelled. I didn’t shower today and don’t plan on it. I did way too much today and my ankle is thanking me kindly. And I still have my party to attend.

My therapist is someone who is very extraordinary. She goes beyond the limits of any therapist I have ever had before. I have had 12 before her so I know. She has always been there for me, at my worst times and is usually available for the extra session or two when I really need it or when I don’t want it. Though she is terrified of losing me when I bring up the “S” word, we work through her issues as well as mine. I finally had the idea of using a code word to tell her when she has become tense. There is a baseball on her desk that she keeps there. She knows I am a baseball freak so the word baseball would not in itself clue her in that I noticed a change in her demeanor. So I came up with “baseball on your desk” as the code word. In that process, my hope is that she gets ‘grounded’ and figures out that I can tell she is tense so I can be more comfortable being open to my dark feelings. It’s a process. I don’t know if it is going to work, but we’ll see.

This year has been tough. Not every month was a good month. I got hospitalized again this year because I was close to ending my life, again. I don’t think I will ever be free of wanting to end my life, and I know that one day I will succeed. But right now, it’s not on my mind. I just am letting the day be and hope to god that I don’t crap my pants today because of this damn cough I got. I am not living, I just am being a part of this thing called life, which I hate. I still don’t want to “be” anymore. But like I said before, I have commitments to people that I take seriously. I have responsibilities to my family, whether it is helping to pay for bills or watching my niece when my sister needs me to (and I am able to). I have “grown up” the past year, though it wasn’t an easy thing to do. I am learning to live on a fixed income, which isn’t easy.

I became more active on Twitter and met people close and afar. I have been involved in chat groups, something that I have missed since the early days of the internet. I follow my childhood idol, Wil Wheaton and his wife, Anne. I have learned just how geeky Wil is and how much his wife adores animals. Just recently, she rescued a pup called Lucy. She is only 10 weeks old and was malnourished. Anne found a good home for her and the pup is doing quite well. It brightens my day when I see a PUPDATE text on my phone (I have mobile notifications for both Wil and Anne as well as a few other members of the STTNG cast). Twitter has brought me to socialize on social media in ways I never thought possible and to expand my network, making new friends every day. Most of my Twitter buddies are therapists as I try to spread information about lived experience and my thoughts about suicide prevention. But I also have buddies that I follow for baseball and my beloved Buckeyes and Huskers. I follow them to keep abreast of new information. I don’t read newspapers so Facebook and Twitter are my news info. I just recently made 300 followers. I hope this time next year I have 400.

What also has been a life saver for me is my writing on this blog. I do it whenever I feel like it or when I have to express my feelings in a safe way. I doubt I would still be here without the blogger world support. A few months ago, I asked if I should keep the blog or shut it down after my hospitalization because I was getting negative feedback. The response was an overwhelming yes. I guess it is true that a few bad apples can spoil a good thing. I have tried to avoid these apples but they creep up every now and then. One blogger comment basically was begging me to kill myself. I have noticed that when my blogs are at the worst, is the only time s/he “likes” my posts.

I can write more, but I have a party to attend…my own! So if you are reading this and are struggling, hold on, there is hope!