Monday, August 30, 2021

My older cat has had allergies all summer.  It sounds so pathetic.  Once he turned 11, something inside of me turned on.  Sometimes I can dial it down, but there's a steady fear that he's aging quickly and our time is limited. Maybe that's why I felt like I was punched in the gut when the vet told me Tess's test results were abnormal.  Tess was just in for her senior check-up in May and everything came back normal.  Second punch.  How could things change so much in 3 months? We have to wait 3 more weeks for the next round of bloodwork to see if her levels have changed.  To see if it's leukemia.

It seemed like just when all of my shit was working itself out, her health problems started.  An ear infection, a broken tooth, and then this.  I feel really bad, like somehow my bad luck transferred to her.  I wish I could take it back and take all of the bad hits for her.  I feel so fucking guilty.  

When I saw Bully this month they played this song and I could have cried.  It was so...more than nice...to see Bully in concert again.  I felt like I got a little part of myself back.  

But I'm that, nah, nah, I'm this, right?

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Thursday, December 14, 2017
Today I fought to stay in the light and it continued to shine even after the sun went down.  I faced several anxieties - driving in Atlanta with one bad hand, going out by myself with no set plans to meet others, the possibility of running into my ex, talking to strangers (/befriending a stranger), driving at night with one bad hand, going into unruly crowds with my injured wrist - and I came out smiling.

I saw the band Bully tonight and they played an unbelievably awesome show.  I found their music  really helpful this past year, first with angst and then with trying to steady myself. I mean yeah, you can feel the anger start to build and intensify, but then you can just shake it off and fall into the steady drum beat and killer vocals.  I really don't know how she is able to tour and not lose her voice.  Maybe she does.  I am so thankful for that. 

I am also thankful for my health, the good and the bad, this strange mix I have.  My anxiety was so crippling last year.  It was very clearly present tonight, but I didn't have an anxiety attack, I didn't back down, and I continued to challenge myself with the good kind of scary.

I'm not perfect though.  Tonight I recognized how much I need to improve my communication.  I knew good and well there was a high chance that I could see my ex tonight and I did not tell a single person.  Yes, that's not really other people's business, but if I want an effective support team I have to use it. I didn't want to be talked out of going and I think now that is not what a good support team would try to do after all.  A good support team should push you to face your fears, to eliminate them, but with aid. I think.


I get anxious too, just like you.

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