Off the wagon I fall, yay what a trip ^.^

Alrighty, here it is at 1:40am and I’m so wide awake.

I had sworn off caffeinated soda, and fell off the wagon yesterday … and fell harder today, its really dangerous for my waistline to live a five minute walk from a grocery store that alternates its weekly soda sales between Coke and Pepsi >.> Not that giving it up is really difficult, I mean, I’ve given up caffeinated soda about a dozen times already this year and it isn’t yet the end of February 0~:)

So after an afternoon without the kiddo, and an evening with the Man playing Scrabble and consuming caffeine to see just how insane our games can become … I’ve still got 0% blood in the caffeine stream that flows through my veins ^.^ Yes I agree 100% that I asked for this, and I knew this was coming since I opened the first 2L bottle this afternoon.

But I wouldn’t change anything, its my addiction and could be worse right? I mean, my blood pressure isn’t off the charts (anymore), I’m allowed to indulge a little right?

Mmm maybe this was more than a little >.> Tomorrow might be back onto the wagon with a large bottle of water to help fend off withdrawal cravings and habits. I need to give it up, for more than the benefits of not risking my blood pressure lol. Really, the ingredients are nasty.

Carbonated Water (don’t be fooled, the bubbles are cool but it dehydrates you. ) , sugar/glucose-fructose (I’m surprised at fruit-based sugar, but its still the 2nd ingredient), caramel colour (seems close to juice so far, aside from the carbonated word attached to the water), phosphoric acid (acid + teeth should make me cry after the root canal I had done last December) ((granted root canals aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be, not that I want another ^.^)), natural flavor (zOMG something natural in this crap?), and caffeine.

Wow, after that I’m not sure if there’s even enough of a caffeine percentage to justify drinking this anymore >.> Completely ignoring how many people use dark caffeinated soda for *cleaners* and my ARD (acid reflux disease).

Guess I’m not as smart as I thought, anyways … tomorrow is a new day, I might back off of soda altogether and go back to drinking water and moo-juice. Especially since I swallowed the proverbial bullet and sent out more resumes over the weekend, and if I am offered something that makes going back to work worth while, sleepless nights due to overindulging on caffeine will be SO not an option anymore.

If being the operative word. Childcare here on average STARTS between $500 and $600 per month. Month. That’s almost rent in the cheap end of town, and if its going to be around the same amount as one pay cheque, then honestly? Working isn’t worth it.

I know I’m kinda screwed until I’m able to finish school and get my certs, I’m really not sure if anyone is going to hire me with 2 months left to go on a Business course, even if all that was left was learning 2 pieces of accounting software. I’ve got the skills, but not the piece of paper. Pretty paper, but still … its only paper :( So I’m stuck making 10k less that what I could have been making if I was able to stay back west for 2 months last year to finish the farking course.

It makes me depressed how urgently life will throw emergencies and crud at me every time I try to pull myself up so I can provide for my kiddo. Social Assistance is not an option, and more things seem to be coming out of hiding that should have been dealt with years ago, but due to laziness is threatening my kiddo’s financial security *now*. I mean, how difficult is it to put money away to pay bills and loans? Really? When you’re making damn near twice minimum wage, and have a couple hundred dollars spare each pay to toss at games and fast food. I … can’t even begin to comprehend. Maybe its just me, I’ve got a spaz-like fear of not paying my bills, and being caught without money in an emergency for thinks like, taxi fare to the hospital, or money for prescription meds for the kiddo. Am I crazy for not wanting to have my rent unpaid? Its so simple, pay your bills, set aside $20 for a treat for yourself if you can manage it. Budget in for expensive treats so you don’t end up shooting yourself in the foot without warning.

*sigh* but as I’m the parent at home, I can’t really say much even though budgeting is part of my school program. I’m so tired of the “I forgot” and “its my money” speals, because the agreement of me staying home is “the bills gotta be paid, and you need to be treated.” it is SIMPLE to have happen, but zomg spending oodles of money and not telling thy spouse is so not making a pretty picture.

Its sad, I’ll be making no where near what the Man makes, but if I get a job I’m probably going to need to be putting away money on top of paying the bills just so I can make sure said bills DO get paid without screwing us over.

And succeed. Yah rent is higher here, and with 2 incomes the bills will be easier to pay, but last time we had 2 incomes we had …. less money it seemed, than we do on 1 income. And so much clutter, and so farking many miniture bits on the floor being stepped on in my bare feet >.< ow. I love painting them, I hate stepping on 1/2″ swords, because they always seem to get jammed too deep into the carpet for the vacuum to pick up, and then jam themselves point-first into your feet. Usually managing to find the one little hole in your sock or slipper in the process lol.

So. Bedtime for me, its 2:17am now and 7am comes early.

~Azure

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So the day is done for the most part and its 6:40pm.  I got up after napping (ha!) and completely forgot that I was going to try to cut out soda today, and poured myself a mug.  I am shamed lol.   Anyway, stress happened today so maybe cutting out the soda isn’t such a hot idea.

Any ladies out there who are trying to piece together a relationship or Domestic Partnership/Marriage after their partners were unfaithful would understand the stress and anger from my afternoon, since the girly the Man walked out for to play house with (with her and her now 2 year old daughter) is now fawning all over him.

She signs a lease with him after he wrecks our family for her, then decides “I don’t want to leave my boyfriend for you after all, sorry about sticking you with 11 months of a lease.  No he isn’t really my child’s father but he thinks he is, so I need to stay.  Oh and don’t tell anyone I wanted to leave him, ’cause I didn’t tell my parents or my current boyfriend about my plans to move out.”  NOW she wants him back, now that he’s trying to make amends and salvage what was left of his marriage?  Excuse me while I die laughing lol.

Zomg I thought I left high school behind, but evidently this girly didn’t.  Seriously, if your ex is trying to repair a marriage, and you aren’t willing to leave your boyfriend/girlfriend to be with them exclusively, good lord STOP trying to come between the partners, STOP throwing yourself at your ex to piss off his partner, and START working on your broken relationship with your own boyfriend.  Is it so…. mind-blowingly difficult to comprehend?

Good lord, I just want to try to rebuild what was torched when the Man walked out, the least that woman could do is leave us in peace instead of throwing herself at him in front of their friends.  Its like she’s living in some dream world, in a state of denial.

“I reject Reality and replace it with my own.”

well, the reality she’s trying to bend to her will affects my child, and will cause my child harm.  Not to mention I don’t appreciate being treated like her personal doormat or damnit doll.  IMHO, she lost her chance to be the Man’s arm-candy when she stiffed him with a lease and ran back to the person she cried “he does drugs and won’t help me with the baby” about.

Time to grow up, there’s only space in my marriage for 2, and we’ve only got 1 child.  That one child is our dear son, not her.

~Azure, who is going to go rant somewhere so I don’t bore you to tears.

I’m not a Martian

Why are people afraid?

(now that I’ve probably chased off anyone who’d like to read farther heehee)

Anyways, I make no secret here. I have suffered from Depression for as long as I can remember. I’m currently 27, and I can remember depressive thoughts from shortly before entering grade school at age 5, and my first suicide attempt was at age 10; beginning an adolescence no child should ever experience. This disease is brutal, and scary as hell for not only the person afflicted but also those around them who love them. Picture drowning in oil, or watching someone you love drowning in oil. People can’t swim in oil (to my knowledge at any rate), and that’s more or less what its like. I’ve been on both sides of the fence, the drowning, and the one watching a dear sweet friend drown until the Monster (Depression) claimed his life.

I’m very proud to say I am surviving, I have been cut-free and suicide-attempt free for 11 years, though things have been very tough at times and my resolve to thrive has been challenged. I’ve had friends and siblings to support me, changed doctors to one who would LISTEN to my concerns and not dismiss my problems as “typical teenage behavior” (there is _nothing_ typical about long-term depression, self-inflicted harm, or thoughts of suicide. They are warning bells that something is wrong, and that a person needs support so the cause of these symptoms can be addressed.)

The therapists I’ve had are all wonderful examples of caring individuals in their field, I’ve carried with me from each of them a spark of hope that things can be managed, even if the burden is shared. Being ill doesn’t make a person alone, it emphasizes the point that humans are social creatures who thrive in communities. We walk this earth together as a people.

Depression is not contagious. Frustrating yes, tragic at times yes; and leaves one feeling helpless yes. Contagious, no.

We are people. Some of us like to hug, some of us don’t, sometimes preferences change. Sometimes we feel like playing and like to laugh, sometimes we’d rather be internally reflective. Just like persons who aren’t coping with depression. None of the people I’ve ever known who battled depression ever minded being asked “want to head out with the girls for a movie or dancing?” even during a dark or drowning period, because it meant their friends were PRESENT and cared to at least extend the invitation. And I for one feel better when my friends share their happiness with me, even when I’m exhausted from treading water in oil for weeks. Someone’s getting married, awesome! New job, great! Got to enjoy some sunshine, kick ass! ^.^

I love good news, it means my friends are happy and feeling blessed. My congratulations aren’t a lie, they’re genuine and deeply felt. Even at my darkest, when I was a teenager and wanted desperately to die, I was happy when my friends found joy. It gave me a bit of sunshine and comfort in spite of the amount of pain I was in, I kid you not. It was the only thing that did for a while, fortunately I had friends in High School who read up on the illness to help their friends who were depressed, instead of walking away from us and leaving us to flounder. They treated us like people, like friends, which with me at least helped me hold on to get through the hell that was grade school. Funny they did more for me than my biological family or any doctor did until after my son was born >.> go figure.

I personally have never been coddled, I was never comfortable being coddled because it wasn’t something I grew up with. I’m real, I want to be treated real. I’m not made of thin glass, or ectoplasm; I’m not going to fall apart if someone “accidentally mentions happiness” or an activity I’m not feeling up to enjoying.

And if I do, wouldn’t it be better to know I’ve fallen that far and need to see a doctor? lol

This is another elephant, I guess. We’ve come a long way in understanding in regards to people who suffer from Depression, but there is still a lot of misconceptions and fears that are being brushed aside and ignored out of fear.

Hopefully at some point, I can do something more than simply blog to help dispel some of that. When I’m a little more out of my current puddle of oil, and safely moved out of the unhappiness I’m treading water in right now. It’ll take time, but there is sunshine and light; I know I’ll get there.

I bow to no monster. I will survive and transcend ^.^

~Azure

more elephants

Welcome to the weekend, can I come out of hiding now?

We’ve finally been to see the surgeon, in 2 months surgery for the Man’s obstructive sleep apnea *should* (emphasis on should, just in case the * s don’t jump enough) be complete by then. Anyone not familiar with Sleep Apnea, its a condition that takes its name from the Greek word apnea, which means “without breath.” Read the rest of this entry »