Yahoo 360 Blog – Part 3 Reflections

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Just a selfie of me with light makeup on and my favourite orange fall scarf. One of my favourite things.

Reading over my old blogs, there are tons of questions and very little answers.  During that time of my life, I felt totally alone and lost.  I cling to the hope that my life would get better and my anxiety would go away.  I desperately wanted to know that my mental health would improve and I would get my old life back. Unbeknownst to me, it will never be the same.

I wanted to blog about my feelings, put them out into the world and see what others thought, instead of holding it all inside and being brave.  Well, I am not that brave.  I think to post my feelings after the fact is sad really.  I was just tired of bottling up my feelings and trying to figure them out myself.  I think really that is why I get so sick with anxiety and worry.  Hence this blog.  Trying to share more with the world, after it has given me so much.   Continue reading

Quiet Thoughts from the Past

This was written on May 12, 2015 12:57 PM

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I used to keep a journal about the random thoughts in my head that would repeat like loops in my mind.  It would and could drive me crazy if it would let it. Things like.  I should write those stories that I have always wanted to write since I was 8 years old. I should draw more; I should look for a job, something I can do from home.  That is something I really want, I can do several things.  Website Design, Blogging, resumes, and even make graphics.  I just don’t know how to market myself.  I am not good at selling myself.  I have a great desire to help people, but no desire to get paid for it.  Continue reading

Art and Emotions

Ever come across a piece of Art that says more than you see.  This one does screams out to me. I am always saying its ok. But it really isn’t.  I just think I can handle it alone.  When I can’t.

Thank you whoever drew this, for making me think about saying this all the time.  If you know who this person is let me know.  I will give that person a huge long hug. The kind I need right now myself.

Sometimes, Art says more than I can express, and this one today.  Had my attention, Rachel needs self-care, and I have good friends who love me.  And Care for me.  They deserve better than its OK.

I am working on it.  Trust me.

Love Ray

Yahoo 360 Blog Posts Found

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Sorry, these are all I found from that period of my life. Please note that Mark & I called it Quits in the Winter of 2015.  I told myself it was over and I made it so.  So currently, I am dating a wonderful man named David.  So far no fights and I have known him about a year and half by now.  ( hmmm…)

I found this blog while cleaning out my computer.  It was a great find.  I thought I would share it with the world. However, some of these memories are painful and hard to explain.  Keep in mind when reading these posts, know that they are really old over 10 years old, and I would like to remind people that I am not the same person, and I have grown and learned from these experiences. Continue reading

Rainy Day Trip into the Office

20160812_173518[1]I normally work from home and rarely work outside of the home.  I recently took a temporary assignment at the government found myself waking up for work on a very rainy day.  I was not prepared!  You see it has been a great summer of hot weather, the sunshine and light apparel.  Summer shoes, heels and sandals.  My boots were, somewhere hiding in wait for the winter weather.  So I decided to brave the rain in my cloth runners.  I know how to avoid puddles I thought bravely.

Next big decision is, avoid getting my dress wet, so I choose a coat that I call my ‘little red riding hood’ jacket.  Yes, I name my clothes, not all of them just my favourites.  This jacket is bright red, looks like a tent on me and but has a big red hoodie, great for covering my frizzy hair from the rain.  It is a heavy jacket and would be warm to wear, but since I didn’t own an umbrella, it was my only choice. So, off I went. Running late, as usual, I braved the downtown Toronto weather, to get to work. Continue reading

Remembering Mom

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A dear friend of mine lost her father just recently.  I tried to comfort my dear friend, it was hard to watch someone go through what I only experienced just a year ago.  The pain of the loss of losing one of the most important people in your life.  As I listened to her worries about how she treated her father and the things she might regret and as the tears swelled in her eyes.   I tried to comfort her with words that somehow got me through my own big loss.  Things like, ‘ I am sure your father loved you. ‘, and ‘He knows how much your relationship meant to him.’,  ‘There is no wrong way to grieve.’ and a few others.  I really meant them from the bottom of my heart. It sort of hurt me to see my friend this way.  I just wanted to wrap her up in my arms and let her cry.  I have been there, and that is all I wanted when my dear mother passed away.  I just wanted that freak-en huge hole in my heart to go away.   A hug was all I wanted and needed at that time. Continue reading

Why do I feel so alone?

I sometimes need to be alone, and by myself to feel what my own body feels.  It is an odd sensation to be apart from yourself.  Alone in a room full of people seems just as lonely as being alone.  I feel like I know a secret that cannot be shared.  That there is something special about me that allows me to forgive people and understand others pain.  But can’t comfort them.  I think it because i know that everyone’s pain is a lesson learned or a problem to solve.  All I think I can do is listen and share my pain with you, so that you know  you are not alone.  I sent out these feelings to others, to comfort and soothe them.  but I wonder… I am I doing it for them or myself.

I suffer a lot when I am alone in my head, I tend to find a way to think about the hurts I am inflicted on others when they didn’t deserve it or even understand it.  I spend my life trying to be good, a good caring person, and try to take care of others.  I suck at it.. really because I feel so disconnected from others.  All the time.  Like they are there and I am here.  I understand others people pain, cause I feel it all the time in my own body, and being.  I think, I have always felt ripped away from others because of something missing from my heart.  Like I was taken from something that was almost heaven like, and told I could never return to.  So I feel cut off and left out.  Like I know something that is not there for others to know, that I know exists and I can’t share it. Continue reading

Storytelling As I See It.

I was sitting in a good friends backyard drinking wine, and sharing laughs and little stories of my life. Things that I experienced and found funny that once happened to me. I always enjoyed telling a good story or a joke over the years, and even got an “A”, on a presentation in college because of it. I use laughter and body gestures, and tone, and inflection in my voice. A few days later while doing dishes, it dawned on me where I got this love for storytelling, it was from a story my mother told at a family get together with friends and family close by. I am hoping that I can tell the story correctly, it isn’t my story but hers and dad’s but I think my father can help me with the things I might have left out.

My mother took a long drag on her cigarette, and put her coffee down on the table and started to laugh, as if she was remembering this story, like it just happened a few days ago. She smiled and began, I sat with my hands under my chin, while I watched my mother become animated, as she began her tale.

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A simple pair of glasses.

pink-glasses-frame-front-hiThey are sitting on the table, while she is in the bathroom resting on her computer keyboard.  They were pink, and small just like my mom’s small frame that dominated the living-room with her voice and laughter.  I stared at them as I reflected on the meaning of these glasses with a smile, and I stood up to make the 40th cup of tea that we going to share, on this visit this early summer.

Dad bought these pretty glasses, because she needed them.  She loved to watch TV when she wasn’t playing “her silly farm game.”   Dad was tired of telling her what was on TV, cause her eyesight was so bad.  She no longer could read the tv guide on her 42 inch flat screen TV.  She bugged my father for months to get the new next box from Rogers so that she could read the guide and continue to program her favourite shows days or weeks in advance, so she wouldn’t miss a thing.  Dad finally took the drive to Newmarket and picked up the “stupid box”, we hooked it up to only see that the font they used for the new guide was hard to read and way too small.  I tried not to laugh at my dad, when I saw the defeated look on his face, but he smiled and shook his head and left the room.  I know he was biting his lip but his love for my mom wouldn’t let him. I smiled at the love my dad has for my mom. Continue reading