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3/19/18: Remembrance

(Yes, also #crowdfunding. Shameless, I know.)
Look to the night sky.
The stars above
Suns of other worlds.
The light seen is old
Yet reminds of more.

Dreams of beloved
No longer here.
Aching to hold them.
Look in their eyes
Talk to them once more.

We wish. Hope. Dream.
One more time.
To say how we feel.
Make peace with the past.
Another chance, maybe more.

They know. They watch us
Move forward.
Looking back at memories
Held dear of those gone before.
Wishing to say ‘I love you’ once more.


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3/9: mental day off

The shitty thing with uncontrolled PTSD and chronic fatigue and constant stress and anxiety is that it fucks life up. I didn’t do much yesterday because the previous few days were overloading. Figured one day…

Then today hit. *thud*

Between random odd pain (some which is actual strained muscle) and generally feeling out of it, not much happened today.

Tomorrow will likely be fine.

But no big blog post today…. and unless my brain decides to start a poem while I’m trying to get to sleep, no poetry tonight.

Today, I did discover Boggle the Owl. This is on FB, but look for it. A wonderful comic owl that responds with beautiful sentiments to troubled followers who send messages. I think we all need a little of Boggle in our lives.

Still any help available. I need something like a miracle at this point.


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3/8/18: The Flame (poem)

Another off-the-cuff poem for the night. Many of them are train of thought and unedited. Enjoy.


Brightly burning
The flame flickers
As I walk past.

The light grows dimmer
As the distance grows.
The light does not reach me here.

I see it across the room
Calm now, for no one
Disturbs the air around it.

It dims, the wick is not willing.
No matter how much
I wish it to thrive.

I send my thoughts of hope
Of peace and healing to
Those in my life who need it the most.

The light helps me focus my words
My thoughts strengthen as the wax
Melts away to absorb the pain.

Give it all over to that which can take
The pain and return only solace
For those who need it.

Give the flame what it needs to
Survive. Your anguish is taken away
By that which only gives light

In return.


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2/18/18: #PTSD rambling

When one is still sorting out the realization of having something like PTSD or a similar issue, there are moments, even whole long chunks of time, where figuring out how to function in society with it takes all the brain power. If that makes any sense.

It’s been a bit over a year now for me. And for a chunk of that year-ish, I didn’t really grasp how deep it had dug itself into my mind, my emotions, my life.

The feeling I’ve described of being tethered to the ground, surrounded by thick fog… hearing everyone around me living their lives. Where I can see my life. What I want to do, want to be… and it’s just out of my reach. That feeling has been with me since before I knew I had PTSD.

My irritability and anger at people has increased. I don’t like violence in the slightest, but I find I’m working harder than I ever have to not lash out. To not yell at rude people on transit and the streets. To simply not snap. That person is not me. Yet, I don’t know how to control that part of me.

I’m in the process of getting a new therapist. Someone who can hopefully help me find that balance so I can function again.

Bear with me. I’m in a dark place right now. And I’m not talking about my current room (in the basement. Cave-like). I just need help clawing my way out of this abyss.


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10/21: Living Outside My Own Life

More “frustration contemplation” … bear with me.

I’ve chattered on about the various things I do: writing fiction, etc, costuming, grad school, and a bunch of other things. I’ve also talked -at length- about depression, grief, homelessness, being unemployed, being disabled, etc…

Right now, I feel like I’m not living my life. I’m trying to move forward, busted my ass and made promises to get back to school and finish this term, but I’m flailing again… each week flies by me and I look up to find myself even further behind and royally fucked. My own doing. Job hunting is the same. I feel removed from the life I’m supposed to be living.

My health hasn’t helped this, but neither has being homeless and jobless, and … yeah. I know I need to do X, Y, and Z… but I don’t … I… fuck it. This is difficult to put into words on a ‘page.’

I see ME doing all these things in my head. I KNOW I can do them, but I feel like… like there’s a door between the me I am at this moment and the me who can do all those things. That door is locked and deadbolted and can’t be gotten through. And I don’t know where the keys are. I know they exist, but not what they look like or where they may be. I feel as if I’m standing at the window next to the door, looking in. Seeing this other me accomplishing things. But she can’t hear me banging on the window and door to let me in.

Every time I try to jump back in, break down that door, the brain fog returns. The disconnectedness. The feeling like my life is RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!! and it’s just out of reach. I can hear it, smell it, see it… but I can’t step into it and DO it.

Is my being “in between” [i.e. homeless] part of it? Likely. Is being jobless for over two years part of it? Very likely. Nothing like spinning your wheels in a job hunt and getting nowhere. The rare interview I do get, I don’t get hired. Despite the fact that my VR coach has said I interview very well.

I feel as if I can’t fully be ME where I am. Not my kitchen, not my bed, not my bathroom, not my home.

A lot of it started when I lost my dad in 2014. Before I was evicted. My dad was my anchor in life. If I felt lost, I could call him and he’d say what was needed to get me back to center. It’s been nearly 3 years now. A couple of weeks away. I slowly began to slip after he died. I was able to keep shit together to some degree for a while, but over a year later, my own disintegration became more obvious. The fog settled in. It lifts every so often for a brief moment or two, then returns to envelope me, keeping me from my life.

It’s looking -to me at least, from my own digging around- that Chronic Fatigue/Adrenal Fatigue is a distinct possibility. Long term stress makes it worse. Look at my life of the past 12 months… it’s been pretty fucking stressful. But getting out of this mess. How?

CFS/AFS has no cure. Doctors treat the symptoms at best. I’m on Vitamin D (enough to choke a large farm animal), and Celexa, among other meds for things like my asthma and allergies, my tachycardia, and “as needed” pain meds.

Is my current living situation part of the issue? The late start to mornings here… the people I’m staying with are retirees, so they stay up late and get up late. I stay up to about 11 and try to get up at a reasonable hour in the morning (Furry Alarm Clock gives me no choice), but I’m groggy and stumble around. Fall back asleep and wake up a few hours later… late morning. There are other “environmental factors” as well, but I won’t go into those. And no, setting an alarm doesn’t help. Tried that. Keep trying it every so often.

But that brain fog… lack of oomph… standing outside of my life… I don’t know how to fix that.


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10/12: Social Anxiety and C-PTSD

I’m gonna try putting this into actual words rather than just swirling around in my head. Hopefully, it’ll make sense.

Despite medications and such, I feel disconnected. Maybe it’s partly because of being jobless and homeless, but I don’t feel like I’m part of anything. Despite (slowly) working on finishing school and trying to find work and having lots of friends… I just don’t feel it.

My social anxiety is ramping up even worse, probably because the C-PTSD is so not helping matters. I want to have my own place and just stay there. Not go anywhere unless I really have to.

The C-PTSD is from recurring sexual assault during a relationship over 20 years ago. I thought I’d moved past that part of it with therapy and could handle things again, but since a massive trigger nearly a year ago, I now know otherwise.

[This section came from an f-locked post on FB… with edits.]
**This person don’t know what happened. What he triggered. I know, in some way, I should explain it to him, but I can’t. Mind you, he did nothing inherently wrong
. I do NOT blame him. I have believed I had my shit regarding the sexual assaults from 24 years ago handled. Bast knows I’ve had tons of therapy dealing with it. But one touch -as friends- that wasn’t even super-intimate set me down a path I’m still fighting with today. It was something that reminded me of what my ex used to do. There was no ill intention on this friend’s part.¬†
And I’m not getting any better. Right now, as I’m typing this, I’m crying, trying not to go into a full panic attack.

When you see what I’ve been through since last November, it makes sense that I feel my life is spiraling out of control, no matter how much I may seem -on any given day- to be doing better. It isn’t just the C-PTSD… it’s anxiety, it’s stress, it’s not knowing when shit will get better.**

More and more, I’m hesitant about going out, being on public transit. While many are hesitant about it for reasons such as the potential of being attacked, my reasons are different.

  • strong perfume/cologne/body spray causes headaches
  • loud noises/talking makes me cringe
  • and lastly: I can’t handle sitting next to someone and us ending up touching (usually hips or such)… especially if they’re male.

I’ve had so many moments in recent months while out on transit where I feel the urge to lash out at people. I want to snap at the person sitting next to me to MOVE… or the person talking too loudly to STFU. I have no interest in violence, but

Since last year, I now ask male friends and other men I come across, to ask for permission to hug me. Even women, although I’m better with them. No surprise that the ex in question is male.

I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I figured after 24 years and tons of therapy, I’d be better, but I can’t help pulling away from people in the physical realm (as opposed to online) because of what I’m dealing with.

One of the hardest things about this is that I need work. Which means being on transit, being in an office setting around others, having to negotiate physical space while trying to sort out this anxiety and C-PTSD.

I had a job yesterday assembling some cabinets… was supposed to continue, but my back and other joints decided against it. There really is no amount of pain medication that can help. Trust me on this. I can do physical jobs here and there, but not hours on end. And my body still pays for even those small tasks.

I wish I knew how to fix this part of me. Still fighting an anxiety attack… but calming down a bit… the C-PTSD and related things severely affect all the other things in my life. I hate it.

I wish I had a magic wand to make it go away.


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9/21: Like I Really Need to Write More on Here Today… SQUIRREL!!! (shit)

*sigh* It feels strange to NOT be begging for help after the last several days. I would say the last week-ish has been madness for me. I went from “great! I’m gonna get back to school and finish my degree!” to Cluster(fuck) Headache for 6 days, then that resolved, then “oh shit, storage!!! help!”

No wonder I’m freaking exhausted right now. I think most people would just curl up into a ball after the past 8 days. Actually, I kinda want to do that. I also want Thai food… and Hot & Sour Soup. I LOVE me some really good H&S soup. It better be a bowl of incredible goodness that can clear the magma chambers of Mt St. Helens… nice and hot. Dammit.

I had nothing left… well, not enough to order food via Postmates. Also, they’re being assholes with my debit card… sooo…. yeah. I ended up with Annie’s Gluten Free Mac & Cheese… microwave M&C… it’s decent… but it isn’t Pad Thai and H&S soup.

In case anyone who reads this blog hasn’t noticed, 2017 has really, REALLY SUCKED for me. And I’m not even bringing political fuckery into that picture.

Oh… yeah… when I’m tired, I get all rambly… like now.

Someone sent me a message request on FB… asking if there was a way for me to split my stuff up and have friends store it. I still haven’t accepted his message (I will, really) and replied, but this is my answer in case anyone else was wondering the same thing: No one I know has the room. Two friends (well, married pairs of friends, so four friends, technically)

Oh look… SQUIRREL!!!!

Where was I? Oh yeah… friends of mine are holding a few bins of fabric from when I had tried to downsize a previous storage unit and hauled them back to my apartment… and then the management said “no… you can’t have all those in your apartment… it’s a fire hazard” … welp… fuck. I need to get those bins back from said friends (one pair has asked when that would be possible… ummm.. when I can make enough room in storage?).

One must understand geeks/creatives like me. We have “stuff” … a lot of “stuff.” Some of the “stuff” in storage can be (and will be… once I can reach it) downsized, trashed, etc. Some will get sold off… I really don’t need three sets of speakers. One set… one is good. I have a buyer for one pair… some furniture will be broken down and trashed… I kinda beat them up a bit during the eviction. Sadly. ¬†That really was a nice sideboard… it would just need a lot of shoring up with metal bits to hold it together (which I could realistically do… not sure yet)

(don’t mind me… my brain is bouncing around between ‘things’ as I type… this is kinda ‘stream of consciousness’ blogging when I’m like this)

I don’t have the physical energy (yay for chronic pain/fatigue… NOT!!!) to tackle my storage unit alone. I get a few feet in and I need to sit my ass down and rest. I am not joking.

This has been a wild week. Still need to play catch up with school stuff (thinking of taking my Chromebook, Kindle, and iPod with me tomorrow and alternate between school things and working on storage… I’d be offline, as it’s one huge steel and concrete building… signal? What signal? Psshhh).

One of the many things I am grateful for with this week is an answer to the issue of my headaches. The fact that it responded well to oxygen therapy is HUGE for me. I’ve been on birth control to help manage hormones, as they were presenting after every other month’s cycle. We chalked it up to wonky hormones and have been managing them that way. But even if hormones are affecting them, the headaches are something else. I looked up “one sided headaches” and cluster headaches were the clearest answer. While migraines and tension headaches can present on one side, they tend to be present on either side, and mine have always been on the right. Cluster headaches are always one sided and most commonly on the right. No one really knows what causes them. I looked at a few medical sites. But oxygen therapy helps them. Seriously, it fucking WORKED. 15 minutes breathing pure oxygen made the vast majority of the pain go away (I also have TMJ pain, so that wasn’t helping either).

Medical stuff is one of the “big uglies” that has impeded my life. If I even tried to list the shit I’ve been through that has sidelined me for some length of time… I know I’d forget something. Big things, little things… everything from Cellulitis to breaking a toe… This year, it was the eviction, which exacerbated my back injury, knee injuries, drove me deeper into depression, sidelined schooling and job hunting to some degree… I’m not fully out of the woods, but feeling better. It’s been a shit year, but I’m slowly climbing back out of the abyss.

With a little help from my friends (and a few strangers online).

When I got back from my errands today (which ended with an eye exam and ordering new glasses… I’m getting old… new pairs will be bifocals… and Voc Rehab is covering them as they are something needed for working), the number of page hits for this little personal blog were higher than I’d ever had since I started blogging. I’ve had different sites/blogs over the years. This is my personal one. I have another one I’m working on starting, but it’ll take me a bit. It’ll be about archives and history. That’s what my grad degree is in. But other than linking to it from here, I want to keep them separate. Last thing I need is potential fellow archives folks (and potential bosses/coworkers) seeing all my personal ramblings…. yeeaaahhhh, no. It was around 172 at the time. Now? 188.

I think I’ve gotten most of the rambling out of my system. That’ll be all for the night… I think.


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9/13: Good & Bad

(Midnight poetry. Still #crowdfunding as well. Spread the word.)

It doesn’t matter
All have
Bad days.
Learn from
Each and
Live without
Be who you
Wish to be.
Do not wait for
To find yourself and
Peace within
Brings peace around you.
Forget perfection.
Be the best YOU can be
Stop comparing
To others.
Learn from your
Good and Bad days.
When you choose to learn,
Fear weakens within.
Then LIFE can truly


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9/6: The Flame

It holds fast,
One lonely flame
Surrounded by giants.
Guardians of peace.
It keeps alive to fulfill
The wishes whispered
Into its flame.
Its purpose is served.
Quiet prayers
Words meant for
No one but
The Powers that be.
And as the flickering of the flame
Signifies the dying of its light,
The slow death of one
Another to awaken
To life.


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8/24: Future Housing (and #crowdfunding still)

(and also still #crowdfunding like a madwoman)

Because of various reasons, I’m back to looking at apartments with a modest market rate budget… not knowing what kind of job I’ll get, how much I’ll be making, etc. As soon as I’m able, I need to move out of my current temporary space and back into something of my own. There are a number of reasons for this, but I’ll leave most of that alone here.

I am very much a solitary person. Introvert, borderline anti-social at times… Me and my cat. And my stuff.

I have friends in the area who have made suggestions for neighborhoods. I appreciate these suggestions, but there are reasons… the top one being my mental and emotional health.

So, here’s one scenario:

Ideal job location: Downtown or very close in, on MAX or Streetcar line.

To go with this ideal job locale, I need to find a studio apartment that is in a moderate range for market rate apartments. The $800-$1200 range is where I’m looking. That, for close in, is at the low end of market rate buildings.

The factors that play into this decision:

  • Anxiety on public transit.
    • Partly from my C-PTSD and not wanting any form of touch around men if I can help it.
    • General “Empath who can’t block worth shit” issues. Crowded trains and buses are a problem for me.
  • Disabilities.
    • Walking 1/2 a mile to a bus stop that may not even have a bench is a problem. Staying close to a MAX or streetcar stop is ideal for my physical disabilities.
  • Travel Times.
    • In order for me to be able to balance work and possibly finishing school and doing other things such as my writing and all, a short commute is my goal. Working on artistic things will also help my anxiety. Finishing school will be a HUGE load off my back.
  • I also have to look at newer buildings… built within the past 10-15 years, preferably. Why? I’m allergic to mold. My asthma is bad enough, dammit. Older buildings are a risk.

Another idea that friends have bandied about is the idea of getting a room in a house with friends or others… My response is a huge, fat NO.

Of the handful of roommate/houseguest (either me as the guest, like right now, or having a temporary houseguest) situations I’ve had over the years, only ONE was without tension or conflict. Hell, that psychotic bitch in Chicago still owes me the $1000 she said she was going to (even had a written contract as to such… never fucking happened… but it’s too long ago and 2000 miles away for me to track her sorry ass down and take her to court). Any time I’m living under the same roof as others, save for one temporary experience, shit goes wrong, tempers flare, etc, etc.

As an Empath, I need to be able to close my front door, turn on some music, and be able to move about my space, from bedroom to kitchen to bathroom to living room space, freely. And Portia needs to be able to be with me in all those spaces. Right now, she has problems as she can’t come to the kitchen with me… same for the bathroom… Anyone who has pets knows how they love following you to the toilet. Must be there with you at all times. Without a second cat to keep her company, she’s Velcro-Kitty for me. I must be in her line of sight at nearly all times. When I leave this room, she waits by the door for me to return.

So, I’m looking at places. I have a few ‘bookmarked’ on the Apartments .com website… my top pick doesn’t have floorplans on their website or on the above-named site. I need floorplans.

Now to just get a decent job.

Alternate scenario: Say, I get a job out in Hillsboro. Then, I’ll either deal with a longer commute, but a reverse one, living close in and working out there… or I’ll find a place out there and again stick to the “live close to work” principle. I’d still prefer working downtown.

Yes, there is tension in my current situation. One half of the couple wants this room back to get it prepped for winter (the hot tub needs to be fixed… yes, I’m living in the ‘spa’ room in the house). I’d love to be out of here by my birthday, as I mentioned in my earlier post… but that would take a helluva miracle right now. I’m working on it.

And yes, I still need funds to get storage caught up.