pink-panther

Sleepy writing…Internally fighting slumped shoulders and aching muscles, many dramatic tussles going on inside my addled over-used mind…you know what they say, ‘seek and you shall find’…I was born this way, one of a kind… my childhood stars unhelpfully aligned which kind of put me in a bind, message to the gossips out there- “your own business mind”, [rearrange that sentence so ‘mind’ at the start]-excited like a kid first time on the track with their go kart-from shrinking violet to street smart. Summer’s beginning again-I’m Barbie, my other half is named Ken-it’s so lush living in Barbie’s dream house…from singleton to loved up spouse. Rooted far down into the ground to another man, two twin souls become trees that stand [by choice] as close as they can. I haven’t always been the bestest wife, hands up guilty- no need for judgement, don’t stress, I’ll twist my own knife. Life… what’s it all about? Went to a church today and wanted to walk out, or at least shout. Seriously bad things happened to me in Catholic churches, but I’ve found my own spirit in reward for all my searches. I didn’t put my hands together and say the lord’s prayer-I won’t conform, so sod the scornful stares. I thought I was healing, but right now I’m strongly feeling ANGER, at the rituals involving a dust covered wire coat hanger. This is abstract writing so you maybe won’t ‘get it’, but I can’t squish it down, if it wants to swim to the surface I’ll respectfully let it. Gotta go with what comes into my head and fully embrace the fusion of overlapping confusion. Shut your eyes summer, think of happy things, think of your child at harvest festival and rewind to the memory of her smiley face as she sings. Why today is it such a stretch to blog about positive things?… well today has not been a good day :( Work exhausted me, and the church bit at the end stopped my down time being relaxing and free…I decided today that NEVER ever again do I want to set my foot inside a church, the PTSD evoked in there makes my entire stomach lurch. I have choice now. I can, I will, I have already opted out, so I’ll pass on the holy water drank from the religious spout. The only water I’ll be drinking, is the one that aids me with my linking. Linking up with other special souls is everything-but selective people only, not the fakers with the bling. My radar for people is pretty astute, no formula I can capture in writing and convolute. Just simple instincts and feelings, no need for shady dealings. Saying no to people who are no good for me, I once was trapped but now I’m a bird set free. My head is tied up in myriad knots, but when the dot to dots connect I’ll understand it, the whole damn lot. In the bigger picture, what really matters? I think I know…it’s a man + two girls, what more do I need to achieve the rosette for best in show?

**This was just me riffing, trying to puzzle out the sludge in my head. I’m not feeling great today and my PTSD was triggered really bad by attending the harvest festival for my daughter. This time of year holds many bad memories for me. I try not to let my ptsd mean I avoid things, such as going to the church tonight ( for my daughter’s benefit)…but the emotional effects of these decisions to ignore my wishes linger on, so maybe I do need to make a conscious choice to not do things that I know in advance will be triggering. We are moving our daughter to a non-religious school shortly which I feel will suit us so much better, so I literally never want to go in a church again after my experience today. Hopefully I can get away with no wedding or christening invitations for the rest of my life?! How hard can it be?! That’s me and churches done. I say it here and now, and I mean it. As an abuse survivor (a survivor of religious abuse) I can say NO now to whatever I want. That was a luxury that was never permitted for me back when I really needed it :(

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