mama kare
27-01-2007, 18:20
i need someplace to vent.
my mind is driving me crazy and i really need to get it out.
i feel horrible.
about my appearance.
about my lack of mothering and above all,
about my caring for the above.
i feel so insane, all i want to do is cry.
but do you think i can?
the medication stops me being so emotional.
i cant cry a tear.
im so frustrated i could scream.
but do you think i can?
if i scream DP will truly see how insane i am becoming, stuck in this mind, in this cold and lonely mind of mine.
i can't have a drink to unwind because im a mother and DP wants a good role model for DD.
i can't smoke much because DP doesnt like it and he keeps reminding me about DD and it makes me feel even guiltier.
i can't escape for more than a few hours here and there because im a mother now and i have to let 3/4 of my independance go.
if i cut my hair to try and become a different person, a new, fresh, beautiful person, i am more disappointed when i look in the mirror afterwards.
i do pregnancy tests almost every month because im paranoid of falling pregnant again..
im riddled with guilt.
im riddled with paranoia that DP will leave me stranded, that DD will remember all of these things and i am terrified..
i am terrified because i have completely lost sight of who i once was.. just another lost ship out at sea.
im sorry. i really needed to get this out. here is a poem a friend of mine wrote. it matches my feelings completely.
"This Ship Is Me" words by Trudy Rowe.
The ship is a ghost it is slinking across the very surface of the sea,
Sliding, like a spy of the night.
The ship is a bird, floating asleep on the waters edge,
The ship is me.
The ship is me.
The ship takes its soul and examines it in the deeper waters, alone and sublime,
Seeking utmost truth of the world, seeking future knowledge and
Ancient wisdom.
The ship dreams of sands far away, along the Niles’ bank
It recollects words and thoughts and programs its mind to view in light and dark, colour and shadows.
The ship is a vessel of purity in vision, of blue light and white walls.
The ship slips away unnoticed and its million handed friend the water
Traces its path and carries the burden of its soul.
The ship longs for earthly delights but has been exiled to the blue…
The ship isn’t in space and time but in essence and desires
Its history is long and detailed but the ship let it go,
The ship took a retreat and the ship is carefree…
The ship is me.
my mind is driving me crazy and i really need to get it out.
i feel horrible.
about my appearance.
about my lack of mothering and above all,
about my caring for the above.
i feel so insane, all i want to do is cry.
but do you think i can?
the medication stops me being so emotional.
i cant cry a tear.
im so frustrated i could scream.
but do you think i can?
if i scream DP will truly see how insane i am becoming, stuck in this mind, in this cold and lonely mind of mine.
i can't have a drink to unwind because im a mother and DP wants a good role model for DD.
i can't smoke much because DP doesnt like it and he keeps reminding me about DD and it makes me feel even guiltier.
i can't escape for more than a few hours here and there because im a mother now and i have to let 3/4 of my independance go.
if i cut my hair to try and become a different person, a new, fresh, beautiful person, i am more disappointed when i look in the mirror afterwards.
i do pregnancy tests almost every month because im paranoid of falling pregnant again..
im riddled with guilt.
im riddled with paranoia that DP will leave me stranded, that DD will remember all of these things and i am terrified..
i am terrified because i have completely lost sight of who i once was.. just another lost ship out at sea.
im sorry. i really needed to get this out. here is a poem a friend of mine wrote. it matches my feelings completely.
"This Ship Is Me" words by Trudy Rowe.
The ship is a ghost it is slinking across the very surface of the sea,
Sliding, like a spy of the night.
The ship is a bird, floating asleep on the waters edge,
The ship is me.
The ship is me.
The ship takes its soul and examines it in the deeper waters, alone and sublime,
Seeking utmost truth of the world, seeking future knowledge and
Ancient wisdom.
The ship dreams of sands far away, along the Niles’ bank
It recollects words and thoughts and programs its mind to view in light and dark, colour and shadows.
The ship is a vessel of purity in vision, of blue light and white walls.
The ship slips away unnoticed and its million handed friend the water
Traces its path and carries the burden of its soul.
The ship longs for earthly delights but has been exiled to the blue…
The ship isn’t in space and time but in essence and desires
Its history is long and detailed but the ship let it go,
The ship took a retreat and the ship is carefree…
The ship is me.