I have a sore throat. A borderline on tonsillitis sore throat. My sinuses are stuffed. I got behind in my schedule so I have no decent posts in draft to finish and send. I just about cried about putting dinner in the Thermomix and turning it on. I made Hubby, under the threat of death or flu, clean out the fridge before putting the groceries in. I have pressure. In my brain type parts.
And then I downloaded the Portia de Rossi book Unbearable Lightness and the pressure builds. The voice, the way it exists is too much for me. I feel overwhelmed. Damaged and sad. I want her to win. I know that she did. In a lot of ways. Or it looks like she did. Looks can be deceiving. And eating disorders are a bitch. It’s beautiful though, in its way. Haunting. I’m compelled to finish it and run screaming from it all at the same time. Maybe I’ll try again when I feel better.
It’s been a big week here. My brother and his wife welcomed their second child, the gorgeous Declan {brother for Arleigh} into the world on Wednesday. A friend across the world welcome her son. He, while being a big, bouncing baby boy just like my nephew, is fighting for his life. So we send intention and light for him to fight the fight and win. Another friend welcomed a boy, who is the result of 7 years of trying and multiple miscarriages. It’s been a ride, this week has been. One of elation, of fear and of hope. And of pressure.
There is a lot for me to say that I’m not saying. I think that’s why I’m sick. My body, my energy need to be rid of it somehow and is pushing it out. Forcing it from my pores {and nose too, if I can be so graphic}. I’m glad it does. I don’t want it. I am numb to it. I see it written on his face sometimes and I wonder when he’ll go numb too. And if it will ever numb us both to the point where we are numbed to each other. I know I’ll fight for us and that it’s a fight that’s not on our door just yet. I’m grateful for that.
At the moment, there is this pressure in my head. Pressure from sinus, pressure to perform, pressure to be something that I’m not sure how to be right now. I questioned my need to write this post. To put this struggle on the screen. But finally conceded because you would have noticed already. Or would have soon. You see it is difficult to write of your life, yourself when you are waging a battle between versions of yourself.
So I wrote. And now, I will sleep.
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Oh Melissa. I’m sending YOU light and hope my dear. Sleep, and I hope the numbness lifts…all of it. Love, Jane (the my encore store one…)
Thanks Jane. xo
I want to hug you right now, make me sick I don’t care. Your body is telling your mind and heart right now to be kind to yourself. Your throat is sore, because of the words that pain to say. Do all you need to do for you, be kind to you.
Love, light and blessings to you and Kel. X
Thanks Trudie, I believe that the body gives us cues. This is a big fat sign.
Without your speaking I hear you my friend xxx
Thanks Kimmie. xo
Sleep. Hopefuly dreams come to you, and soon you find yourself waking to something better than your dreams x
Thank you. Let’s hope for that, shall we. xo
Sleep. Eat well, be kind to yourself and get better. Things will feel manageable again. Sending you big hugs, lovely.
xxx
Thanks Lisa. Even today they are. Slightly. xox
I hope you’re not getting that flu that I’ve been hearing about on the news, it’s a nasty one. Get lots of rest and keep up your fluids, extra vitamin C, add garlic to everything that will take it, I hope you feel better soon.
I don’t think so, the antibiotics are already doing their thing. Thanks River. xo
Rest up + be easier on yourself. Just take each day as it comes + it will get easier. And acknowledge the “crazy, i shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts” – even if you have to write all your “crazy” thoughts on a piece of paper just to get them out of your head. xx
Will do Tara, thank you. xo
Your journey may be hard at the moment, the battle seeming to never be won, but somehow in my gut I feel that it will come to pass that all your dreams will be fulfilled for I see you fighting hard. Be kind to yourself, take the pressure of as best you can. Grab that scrumptious hubby of yours and find a moment to just be a peace. My your body recover from it’s ill and may your mind take a step back and just relax. Hugs from Perth xxx
Thanks Kakka. I so hope you’re right.
We are our own worst enemies. That is what those people who see the best in us are for….to remind ourselves to give ourselves a break and celebrate the things we are awesome at.
Of course I type this much easier than I do it…..she says as she beats herself up again.
We are, most definitely. I get where you’re coming from. Don’t beat yourself up. We’ll both try harder, shall we?