I got up bright and early today at 4am and sat down to write up a new moon tarot reading for fellow librans (I know it’s not a word but it should be). I finished writing this as I walked to the gym. The slither of waning moon was almost kissing Venus, the morning star as I rounded a corner and suddenly I was treated to a shooting star. What a start to the day hey?
I finished at the gym and came home. Tidied the kitchen and had breakfast. Then I packed my rucksack full of Lebkuchen to gift to friends (people I talk with who I pretend are friends) and clambered onto my bike to go and embrace the bright blue sky as the sun rose across the sea and tinged houses golden. Everything was joyous. I had new brakes fitted to my bike on my way into St. Leonards, as the rear one was broken, making signalling to turn right and slow down rather impossible.
I rode around feeling full of beans. Quite literally full of beans mind. Been making bean mash as a rich protein to help the gym exercises. Trumping like a trooper. So very windy haha. Bought seaweed treats for a friend and rode round to give hm them. Bought a large ceramic pot to ferment my second batch of kombucha in. Made 6 litres of Cylon and Hibiscus Kombucha and 2 lts of green tea and mint. I have done so many great things today. So many helpful and good things too and then BAM! I find a big fat ugly head descends of me and fills me with all the gloom and panic that cripples me so often. Triggered by washing a spoon clean of sourdough starter. As I watched it flow down the sink I was transported to the kitchen of my beloved ex.
I was meant to attend a funeral today of a wonderful woman I knew through the pantomimes. It was taking place in London but I couldn’t face attending. Partly I couldn’t go see all the fabulously wealthy Interior Designers while I have so many teeth missing but also I can’t find the answers to the simple questions of ‘How are you?’ or ‘What are you up to at the moment?’. Though I know they would be perfectly kind to me it’s not about me it’s about the family left behind after the death of their beloved.
Also it would have been my brother’s 55th birthday tomorrow and a deep sadness always descends on me at this time. Partly because for years I had to pretend that it hurts my parents more than me as everyone always says ‘Oh that must be so hard to lose a child like that.’ It is hard for them yes but I lost a sibling and that hurts too. Because as I’ve said before I often wish I could have swapped places with him. Also at some point in the not too distant future my parents who are not at all well will also die and then I will be all alone. This is fine sometimes but it fills me with an anger too. I turned down so many opportunities to make a new life thinking that sweetest man, the love of my life was worth staying here for but he just never had the courage to tell me he no longer loved me as I did him. And this swells up inside me and I want to scream with the pain of the rejection he never admitted to me. So here I am trying to type the fucking shitty bollocks out of my system so that I can get up tomorrow and try to find better positive patterns to live with. But right now the darkness has hold of me and it really is so totally consuming.
I write this depression confession as I believe many people cannot understand that the gloom can just sweep in with its hateful self-loathing patterns even when you have had the most wonderful day of doing good things. I do wish I had a way to fix not just my head but my teeth too so that I might feel like smiling again. I want so much to try and engage with the world but the lack of a smile is so crippling at times. So stupid but such an enormous trauma for me everyday. I will pick myself back up but it won’t be tonight. Tonight I just need to shut myself away and try and sleep it off. Bloody fucking shitty bastard thoughts are so annoying when I can’t shift them away. I love him and I hate him and I hate me too for not being able to let go and forgive him for the rotten way he treated me. The Libra tarot reading even says I need to let go and I think I have and then something stupid like cleaning the starter doughs from a spoon in the sink and I am there in his kitchen doing the same thing and I just want to cry. Daft I know but I still love the git who hurt me so very much. And that depresses me too.
I’ve been trying to sleep it off but I just had a very rare moment for me in which I had a dream and remembered it. A anxiety dream in which a man entered a tiny train carriage to ask for money. I always give money to the homeless. Large amounts too as I feel a huge sense of guilt at having a roof over my head. Even more so when I had no roof or room of my own. But in this dream I begged to be left alone but he wouldn’t leave. I tried to cry out but my voice was lost to fear and I woke. Stressed by my refusal to help another human but also in a state of terror. Bloody dreams. I only remember dreams about 4 times a year usually. I just want to sleep and wake up with the gym and my desire to become someone new with a purpose. Admitting all this does help but it also saddens me that I can’t shake myself loose. Hopefully back off to sleep now.