Life is a strange thing. It feels like it goes in circles. Yet again I’m penniless. It’s always this time of year. It always affects my mind badly and can cause untold stress. I’m off Facebook yet again, often this time of year I come off, and I’m having less contact with friends. In fact I have very little contact with friends these days. Some friends I’d love to hear from but I don’t. I even wonder if one friend has blocked me but hey ho. That’s life I guess. Maybe they’ll make contact when they’re ready. Who knows. I often miss chatting.
Work is busy as always and I need to really get motivated and get major money in yet again. It’ll happen. I always make it happen. I have a way of digging deep when I need to and a way of getting what I want when I focus on it.
Fynn and I haven’t fished much lately as there aren’t many fish about and there’s been too much seaweed close in. The last decent fish I caught was the Tope which is a shark. Instead of fishing we are doing distance casting in a field and we’ve done a few tournaments already. It’s a very strange sport that’s for sure. At least it’s giving me some focus outside of work. On the whole I’m OK but I’m still getting blips. Hey ho. That’s life.
The past week or more has seen my mind speed up, paranoia start and rational thinking go out of the window. I have not fought with it as often that makes it worse. It is easing now. My sleep needs to get back on track, although this time of year I need a bit less anyway and it’s extremely hot too and it has been for the past month or two. This morning I can see clearly again and my thinking is more rational and slower. I’ve even managed to meditate and read for a while. I am once again writing down goals in my little book. Life is like a year and a year is like life. We go through spring, summer, Autumn and winter. Spring in life and the year sees life springing forwards and growth even though it starts slow. The planning for life and the year ahead gets underway. Summer is the time of long balmy days and a relaxed attitude usually. It’s a time when we feel there’s so much time left to do so many things. We socialise, we feel alive and feel that nothing can stop us. Autumn is the time when things gently, at first, allow down. The energy starts to subtly subside. We start reflecting on the past months and life albeit with rose tinted g,asses and still planning for the year and life ahead. We have amazing focus. It’s the time to start to reap the harvest and the rewards of work Putin earlier in the year and life. Winter is the time of contraction and connection. We connect with the most important elements of ourselves as daylight reaches its shortest levels just as in life we feel that time moves faster. Being older and wiser gives us opportunity to reflect more and also time to slow things down that can often seem to just happen to us. We can taken step back and look deeper into things. We can adjust things more finely. The most important things in life tend to shine through. The bullshit often stops, if we let it, and we filter things better as we are wiser.
It’s good to be able to mentally step back and look at things with different eyes.
I wrote a blog post recently but after it had been up an hour or two I deleted it. I was saying in it how shit my life is. It’s still not great and I’ve had a few hiccups but things will settle again. My sleep hasn’t been great and I’ve noticed a few of the arming signs and I’ve been triggered a bit too. I’ll survive. I’ll thrive. I’ll grow again. I am contemplating coming off medication as well. I will have blips on them or off them. Who knows. I might just stick to them.
Things are good in most respects of my life but I guess I strive for perfection in some areas. Not only are we still fishing but we have now also joined a casting club to get better technique and distance in the field which we can use on the beach. Since last blogging some things have changed in that respect. I’ve now been in 2 tournament casting matches. More practice needed. I like my life to be busy.
The past constantly crops up for me. Childhood led to the bipolar and complex ptsd. Things get weird. Thoughts run free beyond. Tiredness envelops waking wonder. Glory. Consciously unconscious.
I’m keeping myself busy with life. Work is busy. Growing food keeps me busy. Fishing is keeping me busy. I think I’ve been mentally avoiding so much. One thing I’ve avoided is that the 11th July was my mums birthday or would of been if she were alive. Death. It comes to us all and most of us will ever know when it’s coming. Some choose when though. I ran out of coffee a week or more ago, I’ve got some again now though, and I take the minimal amount of Lamotrigine that I’m on when I have coffee in the mornings. A few times and for a few days I forgot to take it as I’d not drank coffee. The coffee serves as a reminder of it too. Anyway I think I could come off the meds anyhow. I’m not sure I need them now as I cope well with most things in life even though it’s often getting by by the skin of my teeth. So am I avoiding shit or am I just living life? What a fucking quandary. I’ll go with a bit of both and a side order of garlic bread. It is what it is. The only person I run from is myself.
I’m not feeling too motivated and not feeling like I can be arsed with much. Work is busy but mixed at the minute. One job I’ve been doing have asked me to do more pretty much straight away. I agreed and rearranged work accordingly but now I’m not sure if everything will be here tomorrow and if not I can’t get on. I’ll take a few days off. I can’t be arsed either way.
I had a drink Saturday night. It’s affected me and I feel crap. I feel depressed or the start of it. Stupidly I drank last night too. Drink hits me a few days later and affects my mental health. I’ll feel really shit later in the week once last night hits too. I’m stupid. I know it affects me. Self punishment. Again.
Earlier I felt like I was breaking. Maybe I am. My plans from late last year have gone to shit. I’m still in my business overdraft. I’m still in my personal overdraft. It sucks. The harder I work the worse it seems. I think I’m still broken from a couple of years ago and that shit still fucks me up. Shit doesn’t go away for me. I guess it does for others. Lucky fuckers.
I’m tired a lot lately and I’m sleeping lots. I had a short bout of depression, it’s lingering a bit, recently too. The last couple of mornings I’ve woken up with some pain in my chest but that could just be linked to hayfever but I’m not sure. My neighbour is being a bit of a dick. The other day he cut part of our hedge out the front. It’s not over his side. It’s the road side. It’s where there’s a foot path. A path nobody uses and it hung over about 3-4″. What a dickhead. He didn’t even cut it all. Then yesterday morning he took traffic cones from his front drive, yes he puts cones across his drive…., and put them outside his daughters, who lives the other side of us, in the road so it was awkward to get out of our drive. They were in the road. What a bellend. It’s at times like these I think I’d to move but we like it here on the whole and one day he will be dead. When he pisses me off I wish it would happen sooner and yes I know that sounds nasty but he’s not a nice person at all. In fact he’s a racist, sexist homophobic prick. I’m always polite to him though and try to kill him with kindness. I’ve no idea what has gone on in his life when he was younger.
I’ve been dwelling a lot on my dad and how he died. Mostly I’ve thought about the last week of his life. I’m not sure why either. I guess it’s how my brain works in that when something gets on top of me everything else my brain can throw at me to beat me up mentally it does. I question it now though and I also mostly change thought patterns.
I’m still awaiting a date for my operation and maybe this also is playing on my mind. Something that has struck me lately is that I don’t have friends anymore. None. I do have my close family that I love but that’s different. I guess I’ve isolated myself from old friends and all of the bullshit that comes with it. I guess I’m tired of average too so live quite isolated in that respect. I know lots of people but keep distance. Maybe it’s a safety mechanism. In fact I’m sure it is along with self punishment and also not wanting them in my head or their complications.
I’ve got a virus. I feel really crap. It’s affecting my mind and I’m paranoid and playing out scenarios in my head about countless things. Death has sprung up in my thoughts. Death of friends and family. My body aches. My head is clouded as is my mind. I’m bunged up. I’m sure I’ve pissed people off as is often the case. I’m able to question the thoughts and my thinking process a bit and also a bit of the paranoia. I’m hoping it’s just the virus as it’s coulding my thinking, my thoughts and my actions. My ears are ringing and I had hot and cold sweats in bed last night. I’m dazed. I think some things I’ve said aren’t quite right but such is life. I’m constantly over analysing myself. I’ll light a fire and do nothing shortly. I’m having a drink tonight too. Maybe I’ll drink to lost friends. Life goes by so fast.
It’s 3 years to the day that my dad died. I’ve been aware of it but I’ve kind of been trying to keepvery occupied and busy. Today I’m veryaware if it. I made a slight error this morning too. Partly because I’m tired but also because I’m highly aware of today’s date. I’ve had exceptional energy again the last 2 weeks and my sleep hasn’t been 8 hours every night. In fact I’m functioning very well on 5-6 at the minute but I’m aware that I need to bring it back in line. I will.
It’s taken some time to be who I am. To accept myself as I am. Yet I still strive towards bettering myself. Things still get to me. Things still raise emotions in me. I still react to certain stimuli and certain people/things. I’m honest with myself. I know most of my flaws. And there are many. I’m hard on myself. I’m hard on others, but less so. I punish myself. I push myself. I love hard. I play hard. I don’t suffer fools easily yet I play the fool when someone thinks they are deceiving me. I’m gifted with an IQ of 148 yet sometimes can’t remember a fucking thing. Life isn’t very fair. Most people live in a bubble. Most people fool themselves. I don’t want to be most people. I’m happy I’m me. Life is good. Not always but for now it’s good.