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Going Under

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Hello dear reader,

It’s been quite a while since we last spoke. To tell you everything that has happened in my life since the last time would take a while so I’ll just start from now. Right now I’m struggling dear reader. Anxiety is a horrible thing, it stops you in your tracks and holds you where you are, unable to move, just held in the air waiting to fall and hit the ground.

That’s where my mind is at the moment, not knowing how to move either way. I must explain at this point that this is nothing new to me. I have Generalised Anxiety Disorder and am prone to bouts of depression. On top of this I have joint hyper mobility which means I’m always achy and tired.

Usually I am able to keep this under control. I take my meds, I try to meditate and I strive to be the most cheery person in the room.

But it’s a constant struggle, pretending to be “normal” all the time. It’s exhausting. This month everything seemed to pile on top of me. I find coping with change very difficult and a lot of things have changed. Professional life, personal life and the environment around me.
I’m seen as the one people can talk to when they need help. And I help. I make sure I’ve done my very best to help. And when they are all better I smile and encourage them to grow further. Then, at night when I go to bed and close the door; I sit alone with my own issues and slowly drown. That’s what it feels like doesn’t it. Like you’re drowning in your own sorrow. The panic attacks set in, the nagging thoughts repeat over and over till morning. When you get up, smile and be ever so happy for people.

Oh yes. Update on the Mr Gitchops situation; 13th February 2017. That was the last time I spoke to him. I was so tired of trying. He didn’t seem to care either way. So I did the only thing I know how when someone is being so cold and utterly breaking my heart. I laughed.

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Little Notes In Library Books XIV

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Little Notes In Library Books XIV

(Photo courtesy of google images)

Sometimes I feel like there's a hand in my stomach squeezing and twisting all the way up to my throat
The cold claws dig deep into my scalp releasing a stinging venom that trickles down my eyes and cheeks
Steel rods punch into my sternum with a force that could knock down the most muscular body
A large burning ball in my throat nearly chokes me to death and I swallow hard to shift it
That's when the despair, distress, alarm, fear, helplessness kicks in
That's when I feel I've lost all control
When I know I can't keep everyone safe
When my mind races with exaggerated scenarios and shows me scenes I don't want to think about
Oh I'm sorry, do I seem a little snappy?
It's ok, don't you worry about a thing; I'm fine… really

If I knew Henry the Eighth

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If I knew Henry VIII I doubt he would find me impressive

He would wonder why my hair was so short and all different colours

He would enquire as to why I am 25 years old and unmarried

He would assume that I am barren as I have no children

The piercings?  “Why that ring through your nose is an adornment for cattle young lady”

At dinner, when I refuse to eat all the animals in the uk and send back the dairy he will undoubtedly accuse me of being an ungrateful little madam with no appreciation for the feast he had prepared

The post dinner entertainment would be more akin to a presidential debate or a fist fight. No doubt, I would argue my opinion ferociously and his majesty would have a heart attack at my shocking insolence and sheer cheek.

Yes. I think he’d rather like having me around ;P

(seems the times havent quite changed as much as we like to think)

Down with love

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Down with love

Dear reader,

It’s been a while since I did a thoughts and ramblings entry so here it is. You will have noticed the subject is “down with love”, there you have it; I’m terrible at it. I fall for the wrong people and I think I’ll just give up on it. 

Today, a chap decided to point out how my opinions are always wrong and how I have social issues. He seemed to think that my inquisitive nature was reserved solely for him and that I was trying to make him look unintelligent with my “psychobabble”. 

I decided to lay low for a while so as to avoid any more conflict with this opinionated little darling. However, so as no to worry my friends I notified them that I had not left the social media app I was using. Anyone who had an opinion on the situation formed the consensus that aforementioned chap is a paranoid egomaniacal bastard (well I’m not going to say either way) and understood why I’m avoiding him. 

Then I remembered that I hadn’t told Mister Gitchops. If you have followed my blog from the beginning you will know that for about a year now I have been unable to break ties with Gitchops even though he clearly doesn’t give a hoot about me. So, I sent him a message informing him of the situation and I’m guessing he will pick it up on Monday. Except now my hormonal bitch demon side has taken over and I’m now sitting at my desk typing by candlelight contemplating wether or not to revise my message and add “not that you give a flying f%*k Anyways”. 

I know, dear reader that this would cause a shitstorm but I’m tempted to challenge our “friendship” to breaking point and utterly stab myself in the chest by watching it crash and burn at my hands. 

The mixed signals are really starting to tire me and I seem to be terrible at communicating with men recently. So, here is my question to you dear reader:

Down with love? 

Update

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Update

Hey! 

It’s been a while since I last wrote and I apologise for the cut off story. As most long suffering people have experienced with your own families; Boxing Day at the Bee hive is full of family. It’s the day we all pile into the car and make our way over to my Grandmother’s house for food, drink, board games and that good ole familiar onslaught of probing questions from my aunt. Some of you may know the questions already “are you still single” “are you making much money” “how much money are you on a year now” “why haven’t you had any kids yet”; blah blah. 

This year, however, was a little different. As I settled down on the sofa in the corner of the lounge, I took out my iPad and began to type my latest piece for you all. I found the hussle and bustle of my family’s festivities a little distracting but plowed on until I  got into a good rhythm. 
Suddenly, my cousin decided to become rather narky with her latest arm candy. I won’t bore anyone with the details but it wasn’t his fault! 

Well, dear readers; it is quite difficult to write a love scene in the midst of a lovers quarrel. So I decided enough was enough and I did what any sane person over the age of 15 knows NOT TO DO. I interjected with my own opinion on the situation. Oops. 

As I am a non violent individual I’m afraid I tend to just coldly present the evidence and remain calm and businesslike in such situations. This did not go down well with my cousin and although she did finally desist with her torrent of “smart arse” comments; she continued to sulk and give me stink eye for an hour after.

So. That’s what happened folks. It put me right off my flow and also made me public enemy number 1 with my cousin (but not her boyfriend heehee). I will try to get some more shorts posted for you all. Hope you had a fabulous new year! 

Bee xxx

The Fly

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Evening dear reader. I was going to share a little poetry with you tonight but I found myself a little distracted.

Firstly; I couldn’t think of anything to write as I was preoccupied with the realisation that I was, in fact lying in bed hugging a soft “Cookie Monster” toy. Such is the life of a singleton.

(Aforementioned “Cookie Monster”)

Anyway, I digress. As I began to type a long winded rant about a man, I noticed it. A tiny gnat walking across my phone screen. I flicked then cocky little git away and that’s when I heard it. A loud buzzing in my left ear. As I raised my hand to investigate I felt something fluttering around in it. The buzzing sound now clear as day. I started frantically poking inside my ear trying to kill the fly. I had visions of it flying in there so far that I could see it behind my eye!!! 😱😱😱

Suddenly, the buzzing stopped. Phew! Now to retrieve the gnat corpse from my ear. Oh no! Where is it!!!! I have spent the last 30mins searching the bed and my ear for it; with no luck. I just hope it isn’t still somewhere in my left lug hole!

So, after being ear raped by a gnat, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one night.  No poem tonight. I will try again tomorrow!

Night

Bee xxx