Try to imagine yourself at 26 years old; working, partying, traveling (etc.) long story short- (be prepared you will be eventually getting the whole story- can't say I didn't warn you)... And on a semi-predictable night with your current project (a.k.a. friend in need of guidance); only something's not right. There's a echo you are currently trying to ignore telling you that you should have stayed home. You take your second baby hit (insert assumption about a 'hit of what' here) decide that getting wasted is not on the agenda and decide to pass, now you're trying to figure out if you wanna go home or... when you get a pinpoint blast of INTENSE pain and instantly hear your most courageous self murmur "FUUUUUUUCK! Should have listened to that gut feeling, this shit's not right." Your last man on defense, your ace in the hole is now panicking. The Macguyver part of your psyche has been beaten. But with no health insurance, a highly ranked PO for a father, a relationship still mending with your mother, and having just started back to school again you instinctively know that from this moment nothing will ever be the same....
Fearing high hospital bills you wait to go to the hospital trying to tell yourself that this is nothing serious. You've had migraines since you were seven and while you know that's not what this is you justify the cavalier facade because you are no stranger to excruciating head pains. You now notice (belatedly) that you've been in pain for about a half hour and are now DRIPPING sweat as though you went running through the Sahara for your life while being 50 lbs overweight. But you're not, you are sitting in a climate controlled environment trying to convince yourself that you are fine, head hurting so bad it's bringing tears to your eyes and you are now drenched in your own unearned sweat.
As the hours go by you loose all sense of your left side without realizing it. Attempting to cap a water bottle while holding the cap in one hand and bottle in the other proves to be life's greatest mystery; you know that they go together that it SHOULD be a no brainer but you are now just sitting staring at the objects in each hand. In the time you were trying to figure out how to cap the bottle you lost the knowledge of what you were trying to do and why, now you sit staring at the cap and bottle and are not quite sure why you can't remember what they are, what they do, and how to get rid of them. You look up to explain your quandary only to find that you have to comically over enunciate ev-er-y-th-in-g in order to make somewhat recognizable sounds or grumlings. The cap has now falllen out of your left hand but you can't feel it, see it or process that there is anything there. You know that you should get up and try to shake off whatever 'this' is but now standing is life's ultimate wonder. However did you do that before? Now it hits, this is serious you need help.
Thinking you may just be lucky enough to sleep it better I took a nap and when I (miraculously-according to medical professionals) woke up attempted to stand up and fell face first "TIMMMBEERRR"epic fall and crack the upper right side of my head on the corner of the coffee table. At this point my friends weren't fucking around listening to me anymore, they carried me to the car, held me up when the put me in and buckled me up. Not conscious by the time we go.....
I got to the hospital to find that I had been suffering a stroke for the past eight to nine hours, and now could possibly die from it. It took two days for me to stabilize enough for brain surgery in which they drained 200ml of blood and repaired surface damage to my brain, not being able to get to the ruptured blood vessel (it was so far in,attempting to stop it would've caused more damage than leaving it active).
A malformed blood vessel in the right hemisphere of my brain had burst and in a blink of an eye I had become a 26 year old stroke survivor. It turns out that I had always had a weak blood vessel in my brain that we never knew about and after a lifetime of 'poking the bear', it bit back. While there was not enough toxin in my system to have realistically caused the stroke it definitely did not help, and now my life and myself have been irrevocably changed and this is my journey....
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Picture This (night of 2/21/2010)
Saturday, April 30, 2011
timeline...
It starts at the beginning of this newest chapter in my story; the stroke(my catalyst for starting a blog), after that it goes chronologically from the night of my stroke to today; don't pay attention to the post dates, I have to date each new entry prior to the one before it so everything will read accordingly and hopefully make more sense.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
October 23rd 2010
"...what do you do? You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in between I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good."
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
October 19th 2010
On the bright side though I am learning some pretty important new lessons. And I didn't loose ALL the old ones... Just a few of the whoppers! Some that could prove vital for some of the people that mean the most to me. Well, more succinctly my dealings with them. Bittersweet but considerable book material.
I wish I wasn't soo damned needy though. I try to squash the feelings of loneliness and concentrate on the positives of more contemplative time but it doesn't quite stick... not yet anyway.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
November 5th 2010
One of the paramount lessons I have learned since February is that it is VITAL that those who have a place in your heart know it, and know exactly what their role is. People generally cooperate but you have to let them see your script.
3/7 starting from now...
Saturday, April 2, 2011
long road...
There is an amazingly humbling amount of people wanting to help, encourage and watch my journey cause it inspires and as grateful as I am for all the love and support I am still utterly alone in this. No one knows what it's like to constantly try to hide or make light of all my shortcomings, handicaps or challenges. You see that I found my words again but you have no idea the difficulty I have using them correctly, effectively and processing the words you throw at me. You see that I can still perform elementary math (most times) but have no idea that unless you tell me what function to perform I might as well have never seen a number before. I did not lose knowledge I just lost my problem solving, information processing and abstract thinking tools. It's like having all your money in a CD or IRA that you may NEVER be able to access.
I know that I don't have it in me to give up but it's terrifying to know that 80% of what I get back is a direct result of my work, dedication, and will to recover but the remaining 20 is up to nature, God, fate, the universe... not me. So as a defense mechanism I try to put on a 'recovered' face show only the strengths and none of the weaknesses (as much as possible) but it's bittersweet while people are less inclined to talk to me like a Make-A-Wish case that drools and has no real communication skills they also tend to expect more than I can deliver. My fault utterly and completely but for me it's a matter of pride and choosing the lesser of two evils. It just makes for a terrifyingly long solo journey. No one else can get me better, no one else can find my shortcomings and ways to heal them, no one else knows how it feels to have completely lost yourself, your identity to this event.
I used to bemoan the fact that I was always "just Chis" but now what I would give to be just plain old, one of the guys Chis again. I'm now either that young girl who had a stroke- poor thing, or I'm Chisa-did you know she had a stroke, or I'm the handicapped girl that's too much work to take out or take places. I get it and I am grateful for those who are still around, still enjoy my company but is this really all I am now???
Recovering takes up all my days and most of my mental and emotional energy but I am so fucking tired of being defined by this my life, the way people see me but most importantly how I see myself is completely immersed in this. And I am not even the same person on a base level, due to the location of my ruptured brain vessel the left hemisphere of my brain is now primary and overcompensating for my damaged right hemisphere... But being a right brained thinker for 26 years it's now as if I have stepped through the looking glass and turned around to view the room I was just in to find everything mirror-imaged, reversed. It's not my vision that has been mirror imaged but my perspective I see and react to EVERYTHING differently than I would have before the stroke and even more trippy I know it, recognize it but don't know which reaction to trust... The current gut reactions, opinions and feelings or how I know I WOULD HAVE felt, done or thought as my pre-stroke self. I guess ultimately I should be striving to reconcile and mesh the two halves to form a more complete version of myself. I just hope that I have the stamina for it and that my loved ones, my support system have not all been drained soo much that I really do end up alone.
Friday, April 1, 2011
4/7/2008
I can't rush this, I can't force my body, my brain to heal on my or your time-line if that was possible it'd be done by now. I look at myself everyday and fight the vision of me as a failure a burden a blip on the radar of those who love me but I can't ignore the very reflection of that in your eyes when you look at me; ignore the tone in your voice when you 'talk' to me. I have been half a step away from 'resetting' this lifetime since the beginning and getting the feeling that I'm a burden or an unwelcome obligation does nothing to help squelch the urge. Apparently I'm too contrary to give in, to give up but I sure let you make me feel like that would be the gracious thing of me... to just bow out gracefully and not bother anyone anymore.
4/10/2011
But when so SOOOOOOO much of it is instantaneously removed homage MUST be paid; done happily and dutifully... thank you.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
sitting at robins
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Baby Steps...
(like trying to navigate through a dense, murky fog). Instead of the 'phantom limb' phenomenon that often plagues amputees my subconcious defense mechanism was to block out the entire effected side making me think, feel and believe (until reminded) that my functioning right half was a complete body.
Once I got to acute rehab and in a wheelchair and days full of occupational, speech and physical therapy (think of it as a recovery boot-camp) I often forgot my left hand and with no sensation did not even realize it was there until it knocked over something, got trapped under me or stuck and crunched in the spokes of my wheelchair. My therapists went as far as to equip me with a lap tray attached to my wheelchair and tape a rolled up towel to the top of it that I was to rest my endangered limb on to help. Sadly enough while attempting to navigate or think of something other than my new task of maintaining eye contact with poor lefty I would often hear shouts in passing "where's your hand Chis?", "I can't see lefty so I KNOW you can't"; or just have a perceptive passerby pick up my arm themselves and take it out of harms way. Thank you.
Now a little over a year into my recovery I still sporadically need the use of my wheelchair and while I no longer need the lap tray or forget about my still struggling appendages I attempted to man my wheelchair using both my hands instead of propelling with my right hand and steering with my right foot; not ready for that AT ALL. lol, While I have some sensation back in my left side it is no where near 100% and without staring at my hand to make sure each grab and push was executed safely it is still more likely that I'll just get my hand crunched in the spokes of my damned wheelchair. True story. Last week I went to Trader Joe's with my mom and due to an uncooperative knee needed to use my wheelchair for the expedition. And this was when I decided to see if I could work my left hand and arm while my lower half was sulking and the only difference between then and now is that when my hand gets stuck in my wheelchair I now feel the damage I am unconsciously causing. It was hilarious, hand caught, wheelchair not moving because of the stuck digits and me hysterically laughing while simultaneously howling in pain; and my 4'10" Filipino mother scrambling trying to help while also valiantly attempting yet beautifully failing at trying not to laugh. Needless to say we put on quite a show and I maintain my belief that, that alone was the reason why the staff and customers alike were soo friendly and proactive in assisting us during that particular excursion.
Now I could let myself get discouraged because after a year I still cannot do something as simple as utilize a wheelchair the way it's traditionally designed to be used but that's exhausting and counter productive, so instead I embrace the laughter, appreciate the hilarity of the moment of discovery and recognize the baby steps I am still making.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Bad Day
I was compulsively independent for 26 years and now.... now I am humbled, blessed, grateful and... done. I'm fuckin done being the white elephant in the room everyone avoids talking about I cannot will not do this, alienate anymore loved ones. Being a young stroke survivor, telling my story, SURVIVING is not fucking worth it if at the end of EVERY SINGLE DAY at my heart of hearts I have to feel worthless, indebted, like a plague or unnecessary expense. What's the use? Who benefits? NO ONE. The number of those concerned loved ones will continue to dwindle, so who am I suffering for? Why post pone the inevitable? Why did I get through that? So I can die alone having exasperated the patience, stores of love and sheer energy of everyone I hold dear? You can say all you want that anyone worth having in my life won't mind, but at the end of the day everyone has a limit. Obligations get old it's human nature... it's inevitable. Lots of things are.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Sex Number...
That being said, just because I'm aware of it DOES NOT (no matter how much I wish it); DOES NOT mean I'll be able to rectify or even abate such things instantaneously, or to be fair, even gradually it seems in some cases...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Katt Williams is a genius... (April 22nd continued)
Change yourself to change what you want about your life... simple yet sooo hard to implement.
Monday, February 28, 2011
trying my best
It's been a year I know the cycles, I have tried letting my friends try to help and it took all my strength not to hit the 'reset' button on this lifetime so I know that I have to let myself feel this ride most of it out so I'm actually dealing with the good and bad of this seemingly never ending experience but I also know when to grit my teeth and RIP myself out of it, painful as it always is. But it's been a week, a week in which 3 clean loads of laundry occupy the empty 2/3 of my bed that he won't. A week that I have panted my way through daily grueling workouts trying to punish myself more than the loneliness more than my heartache does so maybe I can feel something else at the forefront of the pack. A week that my cat has not left my side because she knows somethings up, a week that the only time- literally the only time I can get out of bed is to punish myself at the gym then when I get home after my shower I get directly the fuck back in bed next to my clean laundry that I can't seem to muster the energy up to put away.
The funny fuckin thing... I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I don't begrudge this chapter even now while I try to find a way out of the belly of the beast, I'm just tired, so fuckin tired of every single thing being too exhausting, so draining. I know I will pull out of this, I know I have to pull myself out of it, I know that I will but this is me; right now trying my best from the belly of the beast, the pit of despair suffocating from loneliness attempting to refill my stores of energy, patience, resilience, and optimism so the cycle can start over again...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
new focus
I want to be able to pick up my niece again, carry things reliably with both my hands and most importantly give a PROPER hand job again, not the lazy might as well be giving head, one handed half assed hand job; the kind that men actually appreciate. Not that there's an immediate demand for that particular skill but I liked having that under my belt, in my arsenal... I take pride in my work, lol.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
how do i?
Friday, February 25, 2011
boundaries
With that also comes another first... boundaries, I have to make them clear or I am the only one suffering. They are everywhere and I can no longer afford to ignore them, not to mention I no longer have the inclination or patience to curb them. I mean from my space bubble to my feelings and over to my needs. It boils down to safety for me... everything is on an extremely delicate balance. Things I need really need are the only things I ask from others and that need stems from either a emotional, mental, or physical safety issue so when I get ignored, forgotten or judged upon those needs I no longer retreat back into myself unwilling to inconvenience anyon,e I have to now tactfully assert myself (no easy feat since I no longer have a damn filter either). This was all very uncomfortable for a long time and still is (in my more sensitive moments) but if I have to then I REALLY have to now and I must say that I'm becoming very proud of that. I'll no longer be a doormat to feel loved and appreciated, I still am. And now that I really have to ask for help (as hard as it is) I am no longer too proud to do so.
I'll admit that I still wait as long as possible to ask for said assistance more often than not compounding the problem(s) attempting to figure out a way to get it done solo but I can now admit when help is vital and proactively seek it... damn 'growing pains'.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
blessed the broken road,,,
Am I THAT lucky not only to survive an event that 98% of people would not have; but also have him? Can he see me as even stronger and more resilient than we thought before or will I be a drain on him like I have become on society and my current housemates?
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
life has no pause button...
I already feel worthless, going through each day fighting to get better and stay positive enough not to end this journey so I can tell my story and hopefully one day have someone stumble upon this blog and by reading my heart and thoughts feel less alone. I arrogantly assumed that getting better was to be the hardest part for me , but I forgot that life has no fucking pause button. The universe does not wait for you to catch up, things still pile on and the past is still waiting for resolution. I am completely overwhelmed and overburdening my innocent loved ones... but for how much longer? My stamina is rapidly fraying, I feel hollowed out, completely depleted and yet still expected to, still attempting to pull my weight, somehow reciprocate what I can to those who continue to stand by me and try not to expect anything in return.
But I am the only one on my journey, I am the only on that can make me better, I hold the key to my happiness I have the tools I just have to find then again but when does enough get to be enough? How much punishment does on endure before things start to look up? How many obstacles must I scale before the tide starts to turn and I can clear away some of the worries to do what I need to in order to fully recover? Will I ever fully recover? If I am destined to remain lonely in the midst of dozens of distracted, half-assed, well meaning, patience expiring loved ones I might as well quit while I still have that. Too bad I've never been a fucking quitter and I don't fucking have it in me to disappoint the ones who have rallied for me, I'm stubborn enough to suffer this and try to prove the nay-sayers wrong. I just don't know if what I have left will ultimately be enough.
I've had 26 years of life prior to this, filled with sexual abuse, mental abuse, abandonment, struggling to remain independent, working for everything I have done and acquired, becoming the best in challenging jobs, rising up in the face of adversity, heartbreak and enough mistakes for three people... They say the what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I don't feel stronger right now I feel tired, old, vulnerable, damaged and fragile.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
5/30 4:14pm...
One thing my most recent speech therapist/ friend Marty said to me really hit home yesterday. I was talking, emotionally purging, and having much needed time with Shmo when I found myself outlining my cognitive difficulties for her. To me they seem obvious; when you suffer a trauma the world including yourself looks different to you, TO YOU... the rest of the world will not see the scenery the way you do, but they may not even notice certain differences in you. Marty told me that my greatest strength will be my Achilles heel; my ability to compensate- or more succinctly- my need to camouflage my deficiencies will not only allow for better communication and an accelerated recovery but also distract from areas that still need attention... counter productive character trait at best. But it suddenly dawned on me that Shmo has known, really known me for majority of my life and this applies even to her (dramatically less than with most people but still applicable) and it amazed me.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
shit or get off the pot... 6/2/2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
6/2/2011
life has no pause button...
I already feel worthless, going through each day fighting to get better and stay positive enough not to end this journey so I can tell my story and hopefully one day have someone stumble upon this blog and by reading my heart and thoughts feel less alone. I arrogantly assumed that getting better was to be the hardest part for me , but I forgot that life has no fucking pause button. The universe does not wait for you to catch up, things still pile on and the past is still waiting for resolution. I am completely overwhelmed and overburdening my innocent loved ones... but for how much longer? My stamina is rapidly fraying, I feel hollowed out, completely depleted and yet still expected to, still attempting to pull my weight, somehow reciprocate what I can to those who continue to stand by me and try not to expect anything in return.
But I am the only one on my journey, I am the only on that can make me better, I hold the key to my happiness I have the tools I just have to find then again but when does enough get to be enough? How much punishment does on endure before things start to look up? How many obstacles must I scale before the tide starts to turn and I can clear away some of the worries to do what I need to in order to fully recover? Will I ever fully recover? If I am destined to remain lonely in the midst of dozens of distracted, half-assed, well meaning, patience expiring loved ones I might as well quit while I still have that. Too bad I've never been a fucking quitter and I don't fucking have it in me to disappoint the ones who have rallied for me, I'm stubborn enough to suffer this and try to prove the nay-sayers wrong. I just don't know if what I have left will ultimately be enough.
I've had 26 years of life prior to this, filled with " what doesn't kill you makes you stronger", well, I don't feel stronger right now I feel tired, old, vulnerable, damaged and fragile.
Monday, February 14, 2011
thankful...
Sunday, February 13, 2011
ugh
Saturday, February 12, 2011
cocooned in change....
I can now say that because all my walls and/or defense mechanisms have been tucked away that yes I do. Stagnancy or good enough is no longer an option I am willing to consider. Thank you Lord. Thank you to the universe. Thank you nature. Thank you loved ones. Thank you to my support system.
Friday, February 11, 2011
White picket fences...
I find myself wanting to find my mate; the one that's proud to claim me, proud to have me on his arm, and fall asleep with me, waking to my smile. But I don't want just anyone, just some company, if that was the case I'd not have subconsciously run for so long. I want MY mate, the partner meant for me to build a life with. Mind you, I'm nowhere near being ready for just that but I now know that my wants, ultimate desires are either different or no longer hiding.
Though I stand firm on the white picket fence, I think I mat have to get a black iron one just to be contrary.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
trying something new...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
realization
My goal used to be to get back to 100%, to the person I was before February 21st 2010... Now I'm realizing that's not possible. I'm not stopping til my last breath or until I am BETTER than I was mind, body and soul.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
hind sight 20/20...
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
more 'firsts'...
Saturday, February 5, 2011
where is that girl?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
new reality..
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
grateful...
We have become friends and I admit that it was kind of comforting to have a man want me when the one I tied my heart to didn't. I attempted to gently rebuff him, not wanting to be a bitch but I guess he's one of those guys that if it's not a harsh no they think they can talk you into a yes. But shit has hit the fan, and it automatically turns into I think I'm too good for him. I hate that. Just because we have no chemistry doesn't mean I'm stuck up. Oh well serves me right for basking in his attention, no matter how honest I've been from the start.
It doesn't matter how lonely I am, I am not willing to be with just anyone. I'm not going to project my feelings from the one who rejected me to the next guy who looks my way. I don't want a relationship with just anyone, I wanted one with the man who holds my heart. Anyone that catches my eye will start from square one with me.
dreams...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
circumstance
Circumstance forces me to slow, take it all down a notch or so... Such a blessing. Instead of flitting from one moment to the next attempting to pack as much in as possible, I'm gratefully forced to sit back, enjoy and create quality memories rather than a blurry obnoxious montage. Although if I'm being completely honest I'm still lovably obnoxious more often than not. I'm just a slower moving handful heehee.
I used to bounce almost literally, through life as if it was one long drunken night bar hopping. Never staying too long in any one place, moment, mood, high; never saying too much or getting too immersed or invested in anything. But now I am made into as much of a wall flower that my personality will ever allow me to be. I may have to sit in one place primarily, but I in no way know how to fade into the background. Of that I am forever proud, and grateful to have gained that much back.
Even more than that I am grateful for the change of pace, my quality of interaction, observation and connection to my surroundings and people in my life has increased exponentially. I no longer have to be everywhere at once and everything to everyone in my immediate vicinity, just me is enough. At the most basic level when we go out now I tend to stay where parked and cause a bonafide Chis disturbance ;) in my little splice of the universe. It's a great thing.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Very true...
Still not okay
I thought that since I haven't had to use my wheelchair in a year I'd be okay using it for long distances this weekend. I was wrong. I detest not having the strength and the stimuli blocking skills to walk around this crowded unfamiliar vaca destination as we indulge in a long weekend. When we go shopping I have to ride in my chair, when we explore the city I need to ride in my chair and today as we toured the zoo I needed to ride in my chair. My mother bless her heart is on a mission to push me everywhere, wanting to help but drawing more attention to me than I can handle. I never used to give a shit about what people thought about me, and I don't really now but I CANNOT handle the incessant stares and the attitude that comes when people are delayed even the slightest bit by someone with mobility issues. I had a meltdown today and couldn't help my public tears; something I do my damndest not to have occur. My traveling companions only exacerbated things by wanting to take every trolly, tram or handicap bus we could. They thought it was cool to take advantage of the perks of having a wheelchair in the group but for every special ride they got, I got five extra minutes of intense scrutiny from people watching or waiting, not to mention the grunts and grumbles of the employees having to set me up. On the vehicles you never get close enough to really see any animals so the only thing that was distracting me and making the trip bearable was ripped from me when my preferences were not even acknowledged. I'm not an invalid and do not want to be a burden or obligation so if I must use the damned chair let me do it myself! I felt on display as a freakshow exhibition but invisible as a human. What's worse is that due to my worsening gate I no longer have the option of just sucking it up and walking as much as I can, unsure if it's a physical therapy issue, neurological issue, or surgical issue I have been ordered to take it easy on the walking before the problem becomes greater than any treatment. My leg is literally twisted, turning in from hip to knee, then turning out from knee to ankle causing said ankle to roll; the result: every step feeling like this is the one that is gonna snap my knee. It's hard not to get discouraged.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
phew...
I have to gear myself up for any prolonged interactions paying careful attention to my stores of energy. I'm twenty fucking eight and now have the social life of a 92 year old shut in because anything more blurs into major meltdown territory and I can't fathom subjecting my already put out loved ones to any more. One on one mellow time is absolute heaven though, a movie day or low key games just hanging out with one other soul that I am already comfortable with seems to be the perfect balance of social and stimulation boundaries where I'm not alone, possibly lonely and in my own head; but I am also not intrusively barraged on each imaginable level until my control or mask slips and I either ask to prematurely "call it a day" or have what is now coming to be a hideously characteristic flood of tears and what I've come to liken to a valve pressure release breaking down for 15-20 mins and then regrouping. Not only what I consider socially un fuckin acceptable but completely embarrassing and unfair to ask my companions to handle EVERYTIME they feel like having me be part of the group.
I don't know how to work on this, start to control it or anything, all I do know is that this is completely uncharted territory for me and exactly the opposite of who I used to (socially) be. Goddamnit. I can find blessing in this journey or chapter as a whole but am finding difficulty cultivating an appreciation for this particular aspect. Fuck.
Friday, January 28, 2011
hoping...
Thursday, January 27, 2011
experimenting...
I start today... going beach camping with a bunch of friends for four days then straight to the fambams to watch Mya for a week. I'm exhausted just thinking of it. I take solace in the fact that the beach, any beach is home to me and I am always the most at peace breathing in the salty air, listening to the shore break and sifting sand between my toes. I'll admit though that even with that comforting reminder in hand I'm on the verge of a panic attack... sounds silly huh? Even I see that it's not rational, but there you are. Fingers crossed, I'll let you know how this experiment turns out.
I know it will be hard, I'm not expecting a miracle but I am praying (squeezing ass cheeks actually) that I'll be able to maintain control over my emotional and mental state and not make my family and friends regret inviting/ calling on me...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Will Not...
The only reason I have made so much damned progress is because of that mentality, because I am so hard on myself. I'm fully aware that at times it makes my new reality hard for me to cope with but getting comfortable with anything less than a 110% recovery would be harder. This is a part of me that I am most grateful to have not misplaced, it is what allows me to be grateful for this journey and all that is coming with it, it is what keeps me hopeful and ultimately stops me from slitting my wrists at my darkest moments. I just need people to stop trying to beat it out of me with a feather pillow. I fear that if they succeed then that is when I will have lost myself, this battle and when the stroke will truly have broken me.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
What I want... bottom line
Sunday, January 23, 2011
More work...
I decided to accept an invite to go to Vegas with my friends knowing I had no money. My amazing mother surprised my with some funds before I left and my generous friends were willing to cover me as long as I wanted to go. I am blessed, humbled and blessed. That being said I have recently been weaning myself off of my cane only really using it for three gym now but anticipating a ton of walking I brought it with. My friends were infinitely patient with my slow gate and finding transportation when I was about ready to collapse but I only had one good day/night in me needing to veg out in the hotel room for the remainder of the weekend missing a lot and trying not to dampen the spirits of my friends that were desperately trying to figure out a way for me to rally if it was just about my leg being tired I would have considered letting them rent me a wheelchair, but it was everything. The lights, the smoke, the people, the sounds... Imagine how overstimulated you feel in that environment after a while and multiply it by a hundred I did okay but I still obviously need a lot more work before I can feel confident that I'm enriching the trip for my loved ones and not just making more work for them.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
knowing...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
between...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
for every two steps forward...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
A few nuggets I've picked up along the way...
...Are, as of recently; stir-ups should not ever come back into style, if you're not sure that they care, they don't. 1993 called, they want their scrunchies back. Camel toe is not ever acceptable. If vulnerabilities are visible keep it tight and try to put your best foot forward. Though there is an exception to every rule, you're probably not it. Your parents were right, staring is not ever okay. Make sure all in your heart know how deeply they reside and what their respective roles are. Be clear, most times attempting to spare ones feelings ends up hurting them more. You'll drive yourself crazy trying to figure out the motives of others, just take 'em at face value. Can't take yourself too seriously, you'll only get wrinkles. If you can't laugh at yourself first you're got no right laughing at others. You'll never know how much you can handle, or how far you can go if you give up. Just because they love you doesn't mean they get a say. If they didn't ask for your opinion, they probably don't want it. Life's too damned short to love halfway or hold back scared. If they don't like you fuck 'em, just one less Christmas card to send. First impressions are mostly bullshit but gut feelings are always best heeded. Trusting your cynical side is not always a negative thing. It can't always be sunshine and daisies, but you'd better absorb all the joy you can from everything or prepare to grow bitter. Focusing on the negatives or 'what ifs' is utterly draining and an exercise in pure insanity.
Monday, January 17, 2011
is this me?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
i need help.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
???
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
What if...
Who decided that "settling" when talking about love or relationships almost always comes with negative connotation??? What if it simply means deciding to live your life from that day on, taking your circumstances and running with them. What if "settling" nods to choosing to be happy with what you've got while still reaching for your goals???
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
just what I needed
Nin...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Change
I'm gonna stop looking for love and focus everything in me to finding myself. I am starting to see glimpses of the dynamo I have the potential to become, and am working on how to merge my beloved qualities from pre-stroke Chisa, my current self and the woman I see in my dreams. This is about me getting better, that's all I need to be focused on... Anything else is just unnecessary heartache.
Monday, January 10, 2011
tick, tick...
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
all that I am...
enjoy...
Thursday, January 6, 2011
so sick...
Incubus at Raley Field 10/11/11
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
like myself...
Monday, January 3, 2011
running parallel...
Sunday, January 2, 2011
they all said...
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Feeling bluesey...
Random Chisa fact number 113: I'm overly affectionate... I have determined that my latest bout of the blues is thanks to my self imposed celibacy. I'm now getting back into the dating game but I went from cuddle time
on the regular to none at all and I am lonely. I need affection...