There is no floor

Depression numbs you. It makes happiness a bird with a broken wing. Excitement is illusive. Euphoria a hallucination that people talk about, but you know can't be real.  Unfortunately, the numb that comes from depression, doesn't numb any pain. It lets the pain settle into the crevices of your body. Sadness that burrows so deep into your soul, it carries its way through your bones like calcium, through your blood like oxygen, through your cells like water. It seeps into your muscles, cramping them without a workout in sight.  It doesn't numb anything worth numbing. It only dampens motivation, productivity, optimism, love.  the darkness goes so deep and the fogs looms so thick, the fall is so precipitous, you realize there is no floor. This rollercoaster isnt a fun 1 minute ride that whooshes you to a slow stop, where you can catch your breath and walk off for the next attraction. This rollercoaster twists and turns and dips and dives and freefalls, on repeat. The slow parts feel just like the slow inch up to the roller coasters peak.. where anxiety is your master. And then

This is what depression feels like

Yesterday, I slept almost all of the day, I woke up at 10:00 because I had to, and went back to sleep at 11:00 until about 1:35 and then back to sleep until 3.  I only woke up because I had to go out last night, but I wanted to sleep the rest of the day away.  I went out last night and felt like a hermit in my shell, until my drink came. I went out but wanted to be home every minute. I woke up early today to cook, and found some calm in that, knowing that it was good for me, but even on this celebratory weekend, I found myself disconnected, all of my feelings on mute.. all of my emotions away. far away. numbness has become my friend.

My depression becomes something that I stifles my energy, and so being on, takes everything out of me, and I just want to be alone.. any buzz of my phone feels like dread, because I dont want to deal with whats on the other end.   I want to be a good partner, and a good friend, but Im trying to be good to me. Ive isolated myself for the past few months, and that's all I want to continue to do but I know it wont make me feel better. but at least it wont make me feel worse.

I sit looking for solace, but I can't find it within myself.  Its all muted, stifled. numb.

End of the year Draft

The end of the school year is a blur. It's tax season for accountants, Valentines day for restaurants, ending with a Black Friday type of revelry on the last day of school.  

It's hard for those outside of the school house to understand the ebbs and flows of a school year. Each day is not the same, each week brings a different vibe. providing crests and valleys that the teachers must deal with. 

The end of the school year means finalizing grades, which means parents will email every week to ensure that their child has every opportunity to get that A or B.  Forget the 35 other weeks of the year when turning in daily homework would have been great. 

It also is the busyness of every single activity known to man. This week we have Field Day, Career Day, a field trip, spring awards ceremony, a couple of concerts and all that leading up to final Exam week.  All coordinated brilliantly with to coincide with the weather getting warmer and Spring Fever peaking in the middle school minds. 

Pulling at the Seams

I feel like my body is attacking me.  I mean  i am attacking my body but it feels better to seem that its involuntary.   I have gained an appreciable amount of weight over the past 18 months.. and I've tried for a while some half-assed attempts to get it off.. But now I have to get serious.   Something clicked this morning that I have to do it.  for me.

And none of my summer clothes fit.

So today, after deciding to forego driving to church and deciding to listen to it on podcast, I got on my work out clothes (some of which also don't fit)(and when spandex doesn't fit..its sad).  and I took my dog for a 45 min walk.  It wasn't brisk, there as no jogging, but it was 45 mins of activity. 45 more than yesterday.

I came back and drank some water and had some yogurt.  I am going to be mindful of what I put in my mouth and purposeful about my body getting exercise.  There is no longer any excuse.

I've found myself not looking at myself in the mirror, unless it's just my face.  I've found myself in an odd back and forth with body acceptance and avoidance and sadness, and joy.  I finished a half marathon a few weeks ago in 3.5 hours.    I danced all night long at a wedding yesterday.  I get out of breath coming up the steps.

I have to make sure I am taking care of me. Because I am TOTALLY sick of hearing this song everytime I get dressed.
Muffin Top

But today I worked out... now it's time to clean up and get ready for spring break to be OVER.

I'll be updating this just for myself as an accountability tool.

Trayvon Martin and what he taught me about blackness

I'm the youngest child. My brother is the only boy. My mom raised the girls; she loved my brother.  He had his fair share of punishments and wasn't catered to in the mama's boy sense, but he absolutely was able to get away with things that my sister and I never would've been able to.  I found it annoying. I could regale you with tales about why I feel this way in order to substantiate the lack of fair treatment in my our household, but just trust me. thanks.

I've made it clear to everyone that I feel this way, but I also wouldn't trade places. I love my life and I'm proud of what I've been able to accomplish with the persistent push from my mother. (Our father died before I started high school).  My mother knows. My brother knows. Er'rybody knows.  Because of that I've prayed that God will only bless me with girls. I sit in trepidation thinking about my life a a mother, and worry that I'd be too hard on my sons. I look at the little boys in my classroom and often think... what the hell is going on inside of you guys?  then drop em off at football camp.

Then... George Zimmerman was acquitted, and people rejoiced.

As I processed the loss, I realize that the world doesnt care about black boys.  They talked about how Trayvon wore gold teeth and had some minor shit at school dealing with marijuana. Seemingly forgetting that he was a kid, who was murdered.

At that moment I realized why we must love our black men in ways that the rest of the world does not need. We must love them because when they go out into the world, the hostility, the disgust, the fear, the condemnation, the violence that they face is palpable, and accepted.

They have to learn different lessons. I may be black, but I am not a threat. Nobody worries about me walking down the street. White men don't see me as a criminal. I may be a stereotype, a statistic, a welfare mother, a gold digger, a hood rat, someone educated, but I'm not a threat to their manhood. Thus, I will never face the police stops, or the profiling. No one holds their purse, or blames me for every crime. Most police APBs don't describe me.

And for these black men who wake up every day trying to just live a regular life, but knowing that their guard must be up, that they must be alert. That they must hold their tongue and swallow their anger when accused of something they did not do, or when they are shoved to the ground for probably clause.  They need love. So I'm glad we love them.  I want to hug every little black boy I've ever taught and tell them, I don't understand your anger, but I understand WHY you are angry and I want you to know that I cannot change it. I can't change the world. I can't fix it for you. But I will support you through it.  Because when the world doesn't support anything black men do, unless its the brute strength of a buck, how can we not step in as their sisters, mothers, cousins, aunts, neices, and say, I love you and I've got your back.  With me you're safe.

When did your daddy break your heart, Olivia Pope?

I watch Scandal as much as the rest of the world (country?) (black people?)   Anyway. I've been addicted since episode 1, and think it is amazingly well written and the cliffhangers keep me coming back.  But Olivia Pope, you need some counseling.

You are in love with a man who probably isn't ever going to be yours.  We have all been there. We had that love that took our heart and turned it colors, that made the blood pump stronger, that increased our capacity to be and feel anything more than we ever thought life could offer.  Yeah.. we all had that.. but after get dicked over for a year or two, most of us ended that shit and got over it.   

But no, you love Fitz so much.  Alright and it's looking like you might get him (after an election cycle) (despite the fact that you have mad people out to ruin you) but that's neither here nor there huh?  You are going to win like Aunt Vivian's sister and her white hubby on Fresh Prince... or will it be more like Trina and Gabe from Braxton Family Values... what is a win for you? 

True.  You also are SOOOOOOO in love that we come to find out that you are fucking everybody.  Literally.. You're screwing your ex-fiance, who you already toyed with.. and you then you screwed him and screwed him over... cause of a whisper of a promise from half assed Fitz. 

THEN you screwed Jake who was sent to get in between you and Fitz!! You fell for it.. and did it on tape.. because as a fixer you'd never do any real bug sweeps of your HOUSE! Would you?  Ohh no, because that house of yours is only for sad sack eating of popcorn and wine, private meetings with people who are all about the end game and not really caring about you.. and screwing every guy with a title. 

Then, you didn't see David coming for you... REALLY?  You ruined his life! Just like you ruined Redhead's life.. and you ruined Quinn's life, and you ruined Melly's life and Fitz's life.. and wait.. yeah.. You only fix shit you ALREADY FUCKED UP!!!   

I'm so sorry Olivia, that your daddy walked out on you/didn't pay enough attention to you/was never there/worked too much/ doesn't love you the way every little girl needs to be loved... but seriously.. You need to do more to heal yourself than swim in a pool and look fabulous. 

Cause right now.. you need some sholnuf real talk.. because something isn't right. I know ALOT of black people, successful and not.. and I don't know a SINGLE one who wouldn't have had a cousin/sister/auntie calling about that bullshit interview with Melly... to tell you for the 200th time.. Stop fucking the president.  You are not the First Lady.. you are a 2013 Sally Hemmings.  (Sally got a trip to Paris though, right?) 

Womp.  And I can't imagine that you have any soul if you can look at all of those people you have ruined and live with yourself. seriously. maybe that's why you keep breaking stuff. you're broken.  I'm sure Pope & Associates has AMAZING mental health benefits.  Use them.

All my love. 

Argh

So apparently, I am addicted to getting out of stuff I don't want to do. Which makes sense to me because I mean who wants to do stuff they don't want to do. I kind of feel like because I'm me.. and by me I mean totally awesome and a hard worker and pretty effing good at everything that I do... then I should be able to do exactly what I want to do..

But according to other sources, this is causing me problems in my life because there are some things I can't get out of.. like errands!   I want to just do stuff that I want to do, and find other people to help with the other stuff.. whatever... this sounds stupid typing it.. but whatever. I'm going to work out! SOmething I don't want to do...   but for the record.. I am doing it! 

Summer Bucket List

The most hilarious gchat today ever... a friend says.. Let's make a summer bucket list and do everything on it!  Sounds awesome right?  Yes....  except.. she is the busiest person god ever created.. I mean.. when people tell me they are too busy, I always laugh and think "Heffa, you ain't Michelle Obama!"  But when it comes to this chic.. she is that busy LOL  So I'm making the list.. with 100 per cent fluidity lol and 70% confidence it'll happen..   And I'm so bogus cause I know she's gonna read this :-)  Love you!!!

1. shoot the hooch
2. Braves Game
3. Movie at Central Park
4. Etowah Indian Mounds
5. I'm going to see Aziz Ansari on June 20!!!
6....

Mind you I'm still trying to finish my 101 in 1001 days.. which I think I have a good shot of getting all the important stuff done that isn't money dependent!

Let's do it girl!!  You might make me stick in Atlanta longer than the 4 more days I was planning!