Saturday, September 27, 2008

Head In My Hands

"I hate my melodies, they're all the same ... I'm losin' sight again, I'm losing days ... Here I will stand, with my head in my hands"

What do you see when you look at your reflection? ...

What I see, and what others see of me, differs greatly ...

And I can't help but think that if I saw in myself a fraction of what others see in me I might actually pry my arse from this fucking rock I seem to be stranded on, and keep moving forward ...

Preconception ... What a bitch ...

Everyone, at some point, in their own ignorance, has had a preconceived idea of something, or someone, only to have that idea proved quite the opposite ...

When you don't have much invested in something it is easy to base your understanding of it on assumption, as you will be indifferent as to the final outcome ... If you don't care about something, then you cannot be let down by it ...

It's a basic concept, yeah? ... Ahh, nothing is that black and white for me ...

What if you have a preconceived idea of yourself? ... What if that preconception is negative? ...

The easy option, of course, would be to let the track play on repeat ...

To challenge yourself, when you've already set yourself up for failure ...

When you bet against the odds, bet against what others believe, you yourself require some belief in winning ... No matter how minimal, something resounds within ... A possibility, at least ... A chance of winning ...

I suppose what comes into play at that point is how much is at stake ...

Nothing will be gained from not playing ...

Alot can be lost ...

And if you're someone with nothing to lose?

Playing safe isn't as risk free as you think ...

Read the fine print ...

Do I keep knocking things down to distract myself from what needs to be built?

Soon enough there will be nothing left to pull down ...

Friday, September 12, 2008

Always On This Line

"When you're always on this line, when you're always on this line ... You could've crossed a million times, but you're always on this line ... Oh, put your hands up, claim your crime ... 'Cause you never have the time .... You'll still get to work just fine ... When you're always on this line ... It might be a shame of me to treat you like that"

How can you appreciate life when you see it as a monotonous struggle ... Disappointment around each corner ... Like playing the pokies; you think when you finally win something it may have been worth it, where in actual fact you've put so much more at stake you haven't actually won at all ... It's a farce ... An idealised version of advancing; the screen is flashing "winner, winner" ... whereas in reality you've taken that many steps back you're still so far behind ...

Then when we do finally win it's not enough ... We want more ... When does fulfilled ever apply? ... Are we ever satisfied? ...

I crave so badly the 2 dimensional outlook ... The ability to do without question ... The ability to see, without depth ... To be able to accept without question ... But Pandora's Box has already been wrenched open ...

I feel angry ... I feel resentment ... I feel bitterness ...

I am fearful ... I am lost ... I cannot find my way ... Yet remain too proud to ask for directions ...

So what do I do? ... I make those closest to me suffer ...

I am suffering ... Too proud to to take responsibility for my own crimes ... Brought upon myself ... A never ending thirst that cannot be quenched ... Expectant of others to understand something I cannot explain ... Angry when they cannot see ... When they cannot understand ... How can they know what is untold?

I want to break down ... Reach out ... Tell my story ...

Voice my weaknesses ... Tell of my fears ... Claim responsibility ...

Expel denial and be woman enough to fall to pieces ...

Too be too proud to break down is not strength nor courage ... To not break down ... Too emotionally detach ... It is nothing but fear ... I am a coward ...

To face my fears, accept them ... To break down when my inner most feelings are confronting me in my reflection ... To sob in the arms of another in fear ... That is real courage ... That is true strength ...

My manufactured smokescreen is dissipating ... The fog of confusion is clearing ...

The impending confrontation I will inevitably face is near ...

The pretence of the strong person I put forward will be no more ...

Leaving me ...

And who am I?

Not even I know ...

Time will tell ...

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Light at the End of the Tunnel

"And it feels like we're drownin' ... Sinkin' to the bottom ... Is there light at the end of this tunnel?"

Depression ... A word ... A word that holds alot of power ... A word that means alot, and at the same time has numerous meanings ... To some an emotion experienced when prompted by something which saddens them - to others a complicated, debilitating, life threatening illness ... Depression is open to interpretation ... What makes it more confusing is *depression* is a term used not only in Psychiatry, but also Economics, Geography, Meteorology and Surveying, to name some, the meaning differing to each category ... There is one constant that remains though ... The low ... The negative ...

I was around 14 years of age when our *group* learned one of our fellow group members was diagnosed with *Depression* ... I also clearly remember my confusion, and inability to empathise her dilemma ... If she was sad surely we could *cheer her up* ... What made her sad? ... Why is she sad? ... Still to this day people who aren't acquainted with depression, relating to the psychiatric illness, would respond quite the same ...

The fact the term coined, a word with multiple meanings, *depression*, makes matters even worse when trying to educate someone who is unfamiliar with what depression, as an illness, really is ...

Being diagnosed with depression was a scary day ... week ... month ... oh hell - the thought of it still scares me ... At one end of the spectrum it has so much stigma surrounding it - on the opposite end people are completely ignorant and antipathetic towards it ... That being said, from my diagnosis I found some comfort in knowing that mine wasn't an isolated incident ...

Depression swept over me like an untamed wave ... Life seemed more pointless everyday ... Motivation, gone ... My thirst for life in drought ... My passion ebbed away from me with nothing I could do to stop it ... My responsibilities became redundant ... My reason for living was plaguing me constantly ...

On the outside looking in people think it's as easy as just *cheer up* ... The majority of people never being able to understand what depression is, and the side effects as a result ... When you cease caring about whether you live or die of course your care factor for your career will be even further down the richter scale ... You could be judging someone who is late all the time, based on *how it looks* you think they are a rude disrespectful person who is undeserving of their job ... When in actual fact, upon looking through the looking glass, they might not feel deserving of their life, let alone their job ... A world where getting out of bed, and getting ready causes a mass of inner-conflict and internal war ... Constantly being told it's simple task that appears to require no thought, question nor reason to you ... To someone who is suffering from depression this task becomes an emotionally draining struggle ... An unwanted fight you have to try and win whilst being well aware the odds are stacked against your favour ... The self-hatred when reflecting on your inability and failure to perform the *simplest* of tasks ... Constant affirmation that you just aren't good enough ...

This being the segwae leading to my current employment situation ... What's become, for me, a very unhealthy situation ... The *Corporate* inability to empathise ... Their inability to step into my shoes ... is building into a storm of emotional turmoil ... They see only black and white ... Grey no longer exists ... Confidence knowing I tried best I believed I had improved alot ... Being told that it's not better, if anything worse, and I need to do better ... When you are doing your best; then to get told your best isn't good enough ... That's enough to leave anyone broken ... Being told, now on a near daily basis of my flaws and inadequacies ... Picking away at me ... Breaking me down slowly, but surely ... Still no acknowledgement at all to mention any of my efforts whatsoever ...

My already shoddy foundations now starting to crack and warp under the pressure ...

Tools required for fix : Unknown
Possible forecast : Unpredictable
ETR (Estimated Time of Restoration) : Unknown

Had I a tangible injury with an estimated time of recovery ... Ha! What fairytale did I get that from?! ... Start throwing some grey this way ...

I am me ...

I won't change who I am because someone else thinks I am not good enough ...

I won't be made to feel less of a person ... I am as worthy as the next ...

I am ever learning ... Evolving ... Slowly getting acquainted with all of me ... The sweet, and the sour ...

Familiarising myself with my so called *flaws* and *inadequacies* ...

Learning to work with myself, and not against, in achieving a goal ...

The reality is that not everything that is broken can be fixed ...

I must push on and keep walking ...

Accustomed to the weight on my shoulders ...

Eventually my path will become clear ...

And walk it, I will ...

Excess Baggage still in tow ...