Coffee and a Cigarette

I forgot to post yesterday
January 15, 2011, 11:19 pm
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See, I failed already! Woo! I was sick and at work yesterday, so that’ll be my excuse. I also had to find painter’s tape and jury rig my computer’s charging chord because it won’t stay in the plug anymore. It just kind of falls out.

I finally got to leave the mountain. It was great.

Except the migraine and the fever. Oh well. And the drunk man demanding a refund we could not give him without getting written up or worse. He was horrible. Just awful.

I don’t really have much to say.

I’m watching Godzilla, that’s cool, right?


Simple questions get long winded answers here.
January 13, 2011, 8:49 pm
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What made you decide to start a blog? If you’ve blogged about this before, go back and read it. Is that still the reason? What’s changed?

I have, actually blogged about this before. I started this blog for purely selfish reasons. I don’t really care if I get readers (though don’t be fooled I love it when you come by), and I don’t do this for money. I do this for my mental health. Writing has always helped me sort out my brain, even when it has nothing to do with my current issues. I used to keep a journal, but I want to take it public, so the baring of my soul wouldn’t be only for a journal. I want people to see this.

I started this one sleepless and horrible night. I spent the night clutching onto my husband (who was sleeping heavily) crying and scared. I was having a freak out. I came to the horrible realization that one day, I was going to die. And not just me, my husband, my family, my friends, my animals, we are all going to die. And that scares the living hell out of me. And sometimes that fear sneaks in out of nowhere and paralyzes me.

My husband, he tries so hard to help me, but all he can really do is be there to catch my tears, and hold onto me when I feel like I’m just losing my mind. And it helps a lot, but I can’t calm down until I’ve written about it. Thus, this was born.

I don’t have a plan for this blog, I never did. I just wanted something to help me when I needed it, and for now this works. One day, I will get a psychiatrist or something, but I can’t afford that now. So for now, I just cope.


A little short
January 7, 2011, 5:40 pm
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So, new update:
My microwave (brand new) has a short circuit, ruined a breaker, and is now useless. Thankfully, there’s a warranty, but still. I ONLY HAVE MICROWAVED DINNERS RIGHT NOW.

Tá sé in aghaidh na seachtaine fada.

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

Helen Keller (1880-1968)

This week has been a long one, I say. Actually, since Christmas things have been taking a downward spiral. Our (my husband and I) finances are grim. Our only car, the one we have to share to get to work in the first place, is broken. So now neither of us can get to work. We didn’t make enough money in the first place to fix our car, but now we’re missing work and definitely can’t do so. Yay for catch 22s.

Oi, it makes me sick. I had a plan. We had a plan. I was out looking for better jobs. I was pounding out resumes and applications and phone calls like it was nobodies business. Now, if someone wants an interview, I have no way of getting there. It’s like I am destined to fail. I am so discouraged. I just want to cry.

But that really isn’t all. I didn’t get to see my family on Christmas because I got stuck out of town in the snow. My hours got cut again because the Christmas season died down, and now I’m just thinking, “What’s the point of even going to work now?”

Tuesday, during the day, everything was good. We got hubby’s phone fixed. I dropped some applications off in town. We had lunch at goddamn Hooter’s. We went home, I put in more resumes. Hubby goes to Wal-Mart to get us some food, comes back up the mountain, and then we don’t have a clutch any more. It just fucking went out. So hubby sits down to chill out and play some video games (this is late night.)

We wake up the next day, we didn’t set an alarm because hubby thought he didn’t have to work. One of his co-workers text messaged him to inform him that he had been suspended, even though they knew his car wasn’t working and he wouldn’t have been able to get there any ways. I was so pissed. I was ready to call his boss and lose my head on him. I had to put my phone down and walk away before I got fired. I had a rant ready and everything. Oh, how I can’t wait for him to quit! I will go in there and say so many things some of them might cry. How sweet it will be!

I try to keep language out of my posts, but honestly, I don’t even give a shit any more. I’m frustrated, and I will swear, sometimes, like a sailor. I am a Navy brat after all.

Well, now I’m done.

Maybe my next post will be happier. And maybe even sooner than the last.

October 25, 2010, 9:27 pm
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“The fear of death is more to be dreaded than fear itself.”

Publilius Syrus


I am afraid of dying. It keeps me up at night. Last night, while my husband slept, I held onto him and cried, because I knew that one day, I would lose him. Sometimes, it just hits me so hard it is absolutely debilitating. I am afraid of dying. I am afraid that the people I love will die. I think it’s irrational sometimes. Like a phobia. I have always been this way. I used to have (and I use this term hesitantly) out of body experiences. I would feel hell, I would see it. I was there. And it always scared me so tremendously that I literally could not do anything all day, but reassure myself that I have plenty of time to figure it out.

But what if I don’t? I could die right now. There are meth addicts in the area, what if one  breaks in and attacks me? (See how my root fear of death sprouts other slightly more irrational fears?) What if I have a terminal illness that has been slowly killing me since I was a child (and maybe I’ve been watching too much House)? Car wreck? Allergic reaction? Sometimes, I forget to breath, what if I forget how to breath for long enough to suffocate? I do realize that some of these may seem silly to you, but when you’re in the middle of a full blown panic attack, nothing is silly. It is all very serious.

I’m afraid of dying. I’m afraid of hell, I’m afraid that there is nothing, and I think I might be afraid of heaven. Is it because I don’t know what to expect? Maybe, or partly yes. I am afraid that the people I love won’t be there. Wherever I go after my heart stops beating, I don’t want to be alone.

I’m afraid that it just ends. What if I just cease to exist? Does that mean I didn’t have a soul after all? I think I have a soul. I guess I can’t prove it, but I still believe I do.

Every time I go through an episode, I start doubting everything I believe so heavily, it breaks my heart. I don’t know what to do? Do I seek professional help? I can’t afford it. But maybe I need it? I dunno.

I don’t have any answers, and if anybody, absolutely anybody has any input, please give it to me. Even if I don’t agree with your point of view, I would love to see it. Maybe it will help my perspective.