Trying to write more

I am trying my best to write more about myself. . .

2020 was a trying year. . .

  1. I had such bad writer’s block that I barely got role-playing and journaling in . . . .everything else (writing wise) I was completely blocked or I had to force it. (My boyfriend and writing partner helped me amazingly to get something out, but nothing got finished.) My writing updates will be here https://rebekahquinne.wordpress.com
  2. I gain the 19 pounds that I had lost in 2019 and gained extra. (It’s more frustrating.) If I get one more damn doctor claiming that weight lost is the cure all, I will scream. Yes, I am trying my best to simply slow down on my soda, but produce does not hold as well as rice and pasta. It’s hard to go for a walk with a mask on, breathing.
  3. I did pray a lot but I still have depression mixed with being stuck inside due to the quarantine.
  4. I was paranoid going out due to the viral pandemic. (Shopping wasn’t that fun anymore. I feel bad for local businesses. I am afraid to go to the doctor because I might get the virus. I have several family members with weak immune systems.)
  5. The masks are causing teeth and breathing issues. (I am avoiding the dentist, because the last time he tried to fix my teeth the three doses of Novocaine did not work. A drill without Novocaine is excruciating. My lower jaw is way more sensitive.)
  6. I will admit that I went through a lot of drama this year. (I hope I am wiser and stronger this year. I also am in a very complicated relationship, but I will not give it up for the world.)
  7. I am trying to how to find my own happiness and self-love. (I learned you need to help yourself before you can truly help others. I am also working on my spiritual way.)

I hope to write more here as soon as I can, but I also want to write a few short stories this weekend.

Things that keep me up at night. . .

I posted a simple version of this on my therapy site 7 cups.

I’ve been to 2 therapists, one kept pushing a job, but I have energy issues.the second one kept saying most are my issues are hormonal.

My main thoughts in no particular order. . .

1. Are the different pieces of my family ok? My mom has her health issues. My dad side of he family still not talking to me. . . But I still think of them. My closest brother has health issues (but sometimes, I think he does better than me.). My one brother just got married and other just graduated with many options ahead for him. I have a very young sister, so young she could easily be my own daughter and yet, I haven’t gotten to bond with her. I rather play with the toddler than the infant. I have a sister-in-law who I wish I so could chat with more, but it all just turns into he-said, he-said drama.

2. When can we have our own space (My family and I?) (My mom, brother and uncle live in a very tight space, and it’s very crowded and not as fun as like the show “My Name is Earl.) I would just like my own desk, working computer, WiFi, and recliner to sleep in.

3. I can’t work, and a few doctors will write notes, but government facilities will not count it. (Stupid president killed that.) I can’t work, I can’t sleep right: I go to bed tired, I wake up tired. No one wants me to use those 5 hour vitamins shots, but it’s the only way I can function for errands.

4. I can’t lose weight due to hormones I’m taking and bad sleep issues. The body needs to be balanced and get right sleep in order to function correctly. I lose 5 pounds, but gain ten in water weight. I’m going to scream if I get more doctor thinking all of my health problems are based on me being overweight. I can’t work so I can’t buy decent groceries. Because of weight I feel I’m ugly and not worthy. . . My doctors or media do not help my self esteem.

5. I can go from sweet and caring to bitter and mean. I’m also losing the propper, politeness filter of saying things especially when I’m flustered. My family know I’m bruntly honest, and I try to watch for other’s feelings, but they call me the bear, because I can snap and growl for no reason. I’m afraid to date because it’s bad to snap for no reason in the middle of a date. I don’t know all of my triggers. I know it’s hormonal, and my doctors don’t seem to care.

6. My energy versus my “luck” versus my writing. I love to write, but my lights and computers keep breaking. . . I feel like fates are against me writing, why God/Goddess, why? Writing helps me release and express myself. I’m borrowing the third desk light from a neighbor. I have two computers: one broke in which wires are exposed, my other computer’s fan is broken and charger over heats. I’m using my mom tablet to write this because my tablet needs to be plugged in at all times and tries to run every program at once. (Even when I have them turned off, it’s like if my Wi-Fi is on, it tries to override my controls.)

7. Why can’t I have a cat? Cats help my anxiety, especially petting them when they purr. The current land lady doesn’t even want us feeding the old stray, friendly mama cat.

8. Where can I advertise my blogs? I feel I do not have enough readers and fans, but I feel Facebook pushes it too much.

https://rebekah1213.wordpress.com/

9. Why am in pain at least 5 days out of week? Headaches, pelvic pains, sinus pains, back pains, hip pain. . . Cramping when it’s not even my lady time. WTH? What is wrong with me? (I will let the doctors do their tests, but they can’t say it’s my weight.) I feel I get passed from doctor to doctor (as if they don’t want me) leaving me with more questions than any solutions. . .

10. I am so easily distracted. I can’t mediate or focus without someone or something pulling away my attention, especially during the day. So I try to write between the hours of 11pm to 3am, sometimes later, but I have to have a day schedule on at least Friday’s and any day I have a doctor appointment.

11. I’m lonely. I am not sure why all my so-called friends left me once my ex died. Were they only his friends, and I was just along for the ride? If it wasnt for me, they wouldn’t have hung out as much. I rather have a bunch of friends that hug me (and sometimes understands me,) than a random boyfriend who will just cheat on me when he realize with my health issues I cannot give him physical intimacy.

12. Can, I please win the Mega millions jackpot? I mean. . .May I please win the Mega millions jackpot? God/Goddess, you know 66% (2/3rds) will go to help others just like we agreed. I need a place to call home again, preferable our old land with a new house on it. You know if I had the choice right now. . . I would choose money over love. (I had love with Tom, and now it’s my time to work on me and help others. PLEASE. Today, I am buying a lottery ticket, may it have the six winning lottery numbers on it, again, please.).

13. I’m tired of the constant depressed and anxious feelings. . . That instant feeling of doom just around the corner. I hate how I am instantly sad like I want to cry but no reason why. . . Or I snap without warning. Who would want a friend who can bite your head off figuratively speaking?

There are more problems but these are the main issues that constantly boil in my head . . . It’s hard to sleep when my mind doesn’t stop. Maybe since I vented, I can sleep better. . . We’ll see.

Now you may go back to regular scheduled program. . . Lol.

Writing in dark

I get inspiration, motivation, and energy at different times of the day.

Currently its been between the hours of 1am to 7am which is usually dark.

The last two days I’ve been fighting migraines because the glare of the tablet light on my eyes while I write.

Most people do not understand that migraines put me down. They make me nauseated and my eyes cannot work.

My eyes were so bad yesterday that I could feel my fever in my eyes.

I need to get my health in some kind of order.

Being on best behavior 

When first dating, I was always told you in need to bring your best foot forward and be on your best behavior. 

  1. No burping on purpose. (Mouth closed and always say “Excuse me.”)
  2. I have to hold my farts. (It really hurts to hold it back. It makes the stomach upset. I try to get to the bathroom to release gas, but the whole damn thing is embarrassing.)
  3. No garlic or onion breath. (Always have gum or mints or candy )
  4. Don’t eat out of plate in yesterdays clothes with mismatched socks. (You know you have done it or a variation . Lol)
  5. Watch how much you cuss or yell at the tv with bad sports calls. (I was raised with brothers who enjoyed sports.
  6. Be polite (9 times out 10, I am polite) 
  7. No being moody or b*itchy (it is hard to hold back PMS if they are jerk.)
  8. Watch my weirdness and creativity (It can scare off “normal” people.) 
  9. Need to shave all of the right spots. (It feels nice, but is a lot of work.)
  10. Dress up. (I know that guys want me to dress up, but it is not me. Unless you have a extremely nice place to take me, then there is no point in me dressing up.)

I am not sure if there is a guy worth all of this energy. I mean most of my best behavior isn’t really me. 

I am honest and can be a rough on the edges, but I am best damn loyal girlfriend you’ll ever have

My health: an invisible eh

If you saw me on the street, I look normal, maybe a little sluggish or tired.  

However  most don’t know what a struggle it is to get up. . .

Between my anemia (cause by endometriosis hyperplasia or hormonal female issues), my sleep apnea (Not enough oxygen when I sleep), anxiety (nightmares), and depression  (No motivation) . . .it’s a fight to get out of bed. Somedays I can barely keep my eyes open. 

It’s nice when I do get out, but even short trips make me exhausted. 

Writing stuff like these blogs can wipe me put.

I feel bad when I can barely make dinner or I have to watch mom do errands by herself, because I can barely make it out of bed. 

I have choked on my food before. 

Coffee work sometimes, not when my anemia is against me. 

I feel like I have mono all over again. Sigh.

I hate feeling this way.

Shaking and blah

I’m shaking and feel a migraine coming

I wrote 2,766 words today. I’m not getting a migraine from my writing. 

My 33 year old brother is a drunk. My mom and uncle both gamble. 

(My vice is soda and candy, but as long as I take my diabetic meds, I can have soda as long as I keep my blood sugar under 150. I know people who have a resting blood sugar of 250 or more. Even today my own vice is not comforting me.)

However I cannot work due to my sleeping issues, depression, anxiety, and ptsd. I feel like everyone wants to throw me out on the curb. I try to help people and I’m beginning to think what the hell does it matter anymore? I feel like I’m covered I  blood and swimming in a shark pit while the fates are laughing and rooting for the sharks. 

I finally broken down today. . . I don’t know if that is a good thing or bad, but I finally cried since my ex funeral. I feel like a volcano, but at the very beginning. . . The damn pandora’s box is now open. 

Last week grrrrrrrrrrr

Well, last week was supposed to start with a date. Exciting I know. . . . but it was cancelled before it even started when I found out that he had a girlfriend. I was just supposed to be the “fun” girl on the side. Oh fuck no!

I chewed him out. It pissed off, we talked for almost two weeks, and then two days before our supposed date he talks about his girlfriend. She wasn’t into sex or was dominant. (People communicate with each other up front; even 50 Shades of Grey  talked about interests and limits.)

If you need sex so much, then you need to work on with your partner. If they cant then, work around that or let them go.
Then on Wednesday, I was so weak, tired that slept off and on. However I get another text. . . wanna go out to dinner on Thursday? 
I was weak and tired, but I thought about it, and was hopeful. 

However it was cancelled early that morning, work called, i have  to work all day. Or a double shift. (It was the second time this guy cancelled.)

I guess that was okay, because between Wednesday to Thursday I was shaky and slept off and for 28 hours. I found out that my hormones were making my blood sugar imbalanced.  (My blood sugar was 76 Friday morning, my rule is if it hits 60 I go to the hospital.)

Last week grrrrrrrrrrr

Well, last week was supposed to start with a date. Exciting I know. . . . but it was cancelled before it even started when I found out that he had a girlfriend. I was just supposed to be the “fun” girl on the side. Oh fuck no!

I chewed him out. It pissed off, we talked for almost two weeks, and then two days before our supposed date he talks about his girlfriend. She wasn’t into sex or was dominant. (People communicate with each other up front; even 50 Shades of Grey  talked about interests and limits.)

If you need sex so much, then you need to work on with your partner. If they cant then, work around that or let them go.
Then on Wednesday, I was so weak, tired that slept off and on. However I get another text. . . wanna go out to dinner on Thursday? 
I was weak and tired, but I thought about it, and was hopeful. 

However it was cancelled early that morning, work called, i have  to work all day. Or a double shift. (It was the second time this guy cancelled.)

I guess that was okay, because between Wednesday to Thursday I was shaky and slept off and for 28 hours. I found out that my hormones were making my blood sugar imbalanced.  (My blood sugar was 76 Friday morning, my rule is if it hits 60 I go to the hospital.)