Tiaras

***Mirabel Tiara found on internet***

One of the hardest things that I had forgotten about depression are the ups and downs. How one day I can feel great. I have energy to burn. I want to accomplish things. So I dive right in. Cleaning, organizing, exercising you name it. And I fly.

Than come the down days. Where I am lethargic. I have no desire to move. Eating is difficult. I stare at the t.v. or my phone or write in brief spurts, all so I do not have to think. And the tears. They keep coming. I feel nothing. It is easier that way. Because otherwise, all the pain and emotions that are swirling around inside of me needs to break free, and I can only handle so much.

I have been writing a lot. Little bits and pieces as I make realizations. As I begin to honestly look at my past and can see the consequences of my actions. And the actions of others. After I do something like that, I am exhausted. My poetry comes and goes. Part of me worries that as I am writing about the same thing over and over again, that it is going to sound the same. So I am struggling there. This blog, is the first one that I have written about my depression since Dec. 28th.

When I say I am exhausted, people look at me like what do you mean? How can you be exhausted? You are home all day, doing nothing more tiring than reading/writing/watching t.v., like seriously. Yes seriously, I am the Queen of pushing it all aside. Thrust it deep down inside of me and if I cover it up for long enough, eventually I will forget about it. Yet I do not. It festers within me, eating away at my confidence, my self-worth, my life. Than I begin to look for outlets to avoid dealing with the pain, hence the drinking and drugs. (As an aside, I have found giving up alcohol to be far easier than the pills.)

Now, I am reflecting. Not every hour of every day, but I do. I do not pick the topic, my voice starts talking and I listen. Write. Cry.

There are things that I have not looked at for years. The abuse by my dad. How it was dealt with. That right there is going to be a topic and a half. I do not want to spend a lot of time discussing this aspect because I am bringing that asshole back to life. I do not want to give him that luxury. I will though, as this is going to be the only way that I am ever going to be able to find peace with myself. To be able to let it fade into my past where it belongs. Rather than leaving it to poison me over and over again. Despite my beliefs, I envision my father standing on a tiny rock in the middle of a lave pit and it slowly, excruciatingly rises until he is covered. And throughout the whole thing he can feel the burning of the lava as it sears the bone from his flesh. Repeat. I hate that man so much and yet I love him because he is my dad.

The loss of my daughter when I was 21. Never ever dealt with it besides getting drunk every year on her birthday. So I did not have to deal with the pain. (Are you sensing a theme with me?)

The beginning of my addiction. With this one, I have so much to figure out.

My life in general. Obviously I need to make changes. Positive ones that reflect the direction I want to move in. This means examining every corner of myself and trimming away what no longer works and adding those things that do.

I am angry. I am sad. I can be happy for a time. What I no longer am is the Queen of Denial. (Remember also Queen of Deflection…..I give myself a lot of tiaras)

As painful and hard as this is going to be, I am in it to become better. To learn how to cope healthily when I become depressed/overwhelmed/stressed. I am not naive enough to believe that after this I will never be depressed again for that is not the nature of this disease. However, I will be better prepared and more able to help myself. I will become stronger, braver and more alive. I am going to trade in the denial tiara to become Queen of Acceptance. 🙂

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Unseen

When I am walking
I pull myself within
hoping that no one will notice
that no one will see.
For on their faces
I can see
their thoughts,
their disgust with me.
I see their lips curl
I glimpse the pity
the disbelief
that I could put myself here.
This is my reality
no matter what you say
this is how I see the world
and it is not okay.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
December 28/17

Not To Be

****Written and posted last year on FB showed up on my memories. Hard to realize that I was in the midst of my depression at that time and could not see it.***

I work really hard not to be that woman
that friend,
that family member,
that person…..
the one everyone speaks about in whispered tones;
the one who seems to be so needy.

Did I tell you about my shitty week?
No.
I held it in as I listened to your day,
as I held your hand when you cried with fear.
I smiled and nodded
and swore it would be alright;
never once letting you see my pain.

I cried myself to sleep again….
I am strong.
I am independent.
I can take care of myself.
But there are times…not many, but some
where I am the one who needs to be held.

I smile coyly,
my tone so snide
driving you away so that burning tide…
I can ignore it…
I can pretend…

That like always I am okay…

Jay-lyn Doerksen
December 23/16

Shards of Silver

I walk through the greying mists

seeing vague shapes

to the right and left of me.

But when I call out

my voice becomes a mere whisper,

slighter than the flutter,

of a Monarch’s wings.

My tears are but shards of silver

pecking away at my heart

Uncovering hidden losses

and the pain I try to hide.

One day there may be comfort.

One day I may be free.

But until that day I shall fight,

to come back from the albatross

that hangs around my neck.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 26/17

Gotcha

One, two

he’s coming for you

three, four

hide behind the door

five, six

let him have his pick

seven, eight

hope the danger abates.

Why does he do this?

Rolling through the darkness

hiding within the shadows,

I know he is there

with teeth bared.

Pulling the covers over my head

is that not what we did as children?

Escape the monsters we stirred

by hiding ourselves?

I want to scream, I want to cry

but I want to be safe

more than anything at all.

One, two

He came for you

Three, four

He looked behind the door

Five, six

he chose to pick

Seven, eight

the danger is great.

There is no escape

when he comes for you.

Hide where you will.

Tremble with fear.

The darkness is coming

for he feels it is time,

time to reap.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 18/17

 

Ugly Cry

Pain

thick black trendles

rend my soul in two.

Pain

lightening strikes my heart

as I curl inwards.

Pain

the anger, the fear,

the hatred, the crude words spoken

and thick tears run down my face,

snot from my nose.

I feel so much

I use to feel so little

using an addiction to blunt the pain.

Ugly cry

body wracked with savage pain

fingers digging into the landscape

to center my being whole.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 17/17

Rabbit Hole

We sat on sun warmed sand

your arms around me

as we watched the fiery sun

dip beneath the depths.

As the full moon

swanned into the sky

brilliant pinpricks of light sparkled above

and I sighed,

lost in contentment.

Never to last,

not in my happiness

blackness soon did creep.

Morose and unable to cope

you stared at me as I laid in the bed

wanting nothing more than for me to return

so we could be as one again.

Lost down the rabbit hole

sucked through this cycle of weeping and despair.

My fingers barely reach above the current

do you see it there?

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 17/17