Real faith lies in our ability to overcome the darkness we find in ourselves to reach that innocence and hope we've always had.
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Real faith lies in our ability to overcome the darkness we find in ourselves to reach that innocence and hope we've always had.
Having a really rough day. Even though this song makes my face leak like a faucet, somehow it also brings me hope.
You are not alone.
Cave Time
Going inside
Walking deep into the cave
Traveling to a place where no one can
See me
Judge me
Ask me questions
Make me think
Feeling free here
Escape
One of my favorite poems:
Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek - peekaboo.
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Dealing with the fact that for the past three or four weeks it seems like I can start crying almost instantly when I think about the fact that we STILL don't have a baby I started to more actively search for support and information. Here's some great insight into several of the feelings I've been trying to figure out: Guilt and Shame Shame is a searing, painful feeling associated with faltering self-esteem, and a sense of inadequacy, defectiveness and helplessness. As repeated attempts to get pregnant come to naught, there is a realization that this intensely strived-for goal has not been, and may never be, attained. As this failure becomes more and more evident, one's self-image is assaulted. It is easy to move from procedures that have failed to the feeling that "I am a failure." Anguish, self-doubt, and chronic sadness converge as couples come to think of themselves as failing, not only in realizing their own dream to reproduce and nurture, but failing their spouse, parents, and siblings as well. Because shame embodies the painful sense of self-defect, it is often hidden and disguised, even from oneself. The tragic story of chronic infertility is that, over a period of time, the sense of failure gradually and imperceptibly spreads like a shadow over a person's experience, while simultaneously the sense of other competencies gradually become obscured. Ultimately what heals is the acceptance of the self with all of its weaknesses and failures. The goal, then, is to reach a point where you can accept what you see as failure and no longer have to conceal these feelings of shame. The process of coming to terms with infertility is long and gradual, but it is possible to transform the sense of failure into an empathy with yourself, an affirmation of your strength, an acceptance of your limits, a pride in your endurance, and maybe most of all, an empathy with others who, as partners in the human condition, also face defeats. In time, the shadow cast upon your life can fade and the light can shine through again.
http://www.resolve.org/support-and-services/Managing-Infertility-Stress/emotional-aspects.html
Photo: Self portrait. This disease has been ruling my life since I hit puberty and I was only diagnosed with it two years ago. I’m so sick of feeling sick. I’m sick of the rollercoaster emotions. I’m sick of being depressed. I hate the world and want to watch it burn around me. I’m sick of self-depreciating and self-loathing—Some days I find it hard to stay positive. This weight just won’t go away. I get rid of it and it comes right back. I’m tired of the extra testosterone… absolutely sick of it. I’m sick of being terrified that it’ll cause ovarian cancer and/or endometriosis. I’m damaged-goods. I’ll never be able to have kids without help (or maybe even at all) if I can’t get this disease under control. And, unlike most people I know, I really really want kids someday. This disease is embarrassing. I want to put a bag over my head 90% of the time. I hate it. I want it to go away. Please go away? All I can do is try my best and do what I can and pray that it goes away one day. I’m going to go to the natural food store and buy groceries and I’m going to eat low-glycemic foods from now on. I’ll try to cut gluten out and see if it helps. I’ve been taking my meds every day for the past month, but I’m almost out and I have no more refills. I can’t afford to go to the doctor right now… I want a new doctor anyway. My OBGYN is a complete quack and treats his patients like cattle. I’ll find a new doctor. Eat the absolute best I can on the budget I have. Exercise more. I can’t take it anymore. This has to go away. IT HAS TO.
“There’s a sense of guilt that goes along with feelings of envy toward another’s joy,” says Suzanne Kavic, M.D.
Paint on a happy face
After she receives the news she swallows her sadness to hide it from all the innocent hopeful faces looking to her for safety, advice, and guidance. She paints on a happy face so she can walk down the hall with no questions asked. As she leaves her room, the first person she sees is s surprise visitor... a friend... and her baby. Happy to see her friend but crushed by the worlds cruel sense of humor. The visit is brief but nice. She carries out the rest of her day, staying strong, swallowing disappointment. As she leaves work she checks Facebook to find that a friend has just announced the birth of their second child. Once again, happy for the beautiful gift to the world but she can actually feel pain in her chest. It's her heart, aching, as she remembers her husband's words that ring in her ears, "Im ready."
Repeatedly she tries to numb her pain with weed and alcohol only to discover that her deepest feelings are simply put to sleep by these vehicles.
No one ever seems to talk about the difficult parts, or the unexpected things -- the uncontrollable shakes from the drugs or the tearing. You never see women telling their husbands "it's time" when they are about to miscarry.