My How Time Flies...

...when you're in denial.

Well maybe not denial, exactly. For some reason, looking back on the past six months the things that stand out most to me is the downward spiral of my marriage, the birth of my niece, and the darkness looming just beneath the surface of my self.

More and more, all of the emotion I managed to avoid while being sick is creeping up on me. While I was sick I slept. I slept a lot and when I wasn't sleeping I was on the verge of sleeping. Suddenly a year later I find myself so emotional that I don't even recognize myself anymore. Built Ford tough as I was, am now constantly on the verge of tears, unable to find a moment to myself to deal with all that has happened. Wondering what it was all for. For what reason did it happen to me? It hasn't made me stronger - if anything, I'm much weaker. It didn't strengthen my marriage, my friendships, my relationships with anyone - if anything it has weakened all of those too. I find myself enjoying the company of no one. I find myself feeling so alone in the middle of a crowd of people I know and love; watching them in slow motion as they laugh and interact, knowing nothing of the pain I carry.

I think this all started to hit me when I heard about my aunt's uteran cancer returning...despite no longer having a uterus. My first instinct was to reach out to her, but I quickly realized that in doing so, I would have to face my own reality...the one I had been trying so hard to forget.

My husband and I hadn't even touched each other in months and rather than living "together" we just coexisted. My unhappiness growing. But rather than dealing with facing cancer, I faced him. After some counseling and talking, we're a work in progress but I can't say that I'm happy yet...whatever that means.

My family feels like I'm isolating them since I don't feel I can confinde in anyone about anything. It's not my intention, I just don't know how they could possibly understand and I don't know how to make them.

Sometimes I day dream about an island. Metaphor? Maybe.

And there lies my problem: Life's Too Short Syndrome. I can't help but asking myself "If Dr. Howard told me I only had three months to live, would I want to keep doing what I'm doing?" And the answer is a big, fat NO. So how do I balance that feeling with what I am doing now? And I'm so sick of always doing what I'm supposed to do. Always being the good girl; doing the right thing for everyone else. What the fuck about me?

This feeling has become even more present lately. I baked Skye's birthday cake and suddenly I feel like I'm surrounded by people telling me what kind of cake I'm going to make them for their birthdays. What the fuck about my birthday? Who's going to take my request? Who's going to make me a birthday cake?

I guess it boils down to my wanting to be selfish. For once in my life, I want it to be about MY life. Me.

Is that so wrong?

I did finally write my aunt a letter an admitted that the reason it took me so long, was because in writing to her about her cancer I had to face my own experience (and here comes that lump in my throat and the welling of the tears). I told her that I had nothing profound to say to her to make her feel better about what she was going thru. I told her that I just wanted her to know that I know and that if she ever needs me, I am here.

Ugh...hubby just busted me crying.

So now here I am, miss "Got it Together", is so falling apart. I feel like that game Break the Ice.

My marriage counselor sucks. I don't want to waste my precious minutes on this earth in counseling anyway, and I really don't care if that makes me a bad wife. Sadly, I fear it makes me a bad mother and so I keep working at it for them. Some days feel hopeful and others feel like I'm settling and every day I think of that island.

I have been finding much joy in just looking at my girls. Those moments between cooking breakfast and taking complaints when I can just watch them. And now I have a new niece that brings me joy. Island. What? Who said that?

Anyway, due to my latest emotional state, I've decided to start blogging again. I know that this blog is kinda out of order and all over the place, but I had to catch you up and well, quite frankly I'm all over the place. So now you're where I am. Are you catching on?

Until next blog...