In Wonderland
Blogging about whatever I damn well please because I can.
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
... is this ... growth?
Wednesday, August 7, 2024
I'm Back, Baby!
The Funeral; 2023 |
Happier Than Ever
Saturday, March 27, 2021
29.
The hardest part about living longer than you've anticipated is that you didn't fucking plan for this. You didn't save money or plan for a career, you just did what you needed to do to get to the next day and that was that. I've been so used to living this way that it's fucked me over in so many ways because
I'm still. fucking. here.
Some folx may say "But Allee, it's a GOOD thing you're still alive. You've made it this far. You should be so proud of yourself..." which is true, but that doesn't mean I can wrap my head around this shit.
So here I am, staring 29 in the face... Endlessly trying to convince myself that folx do genuinely care about me ...
... and that I am not a burden ...
... and that checking out early is not an option.
29. Fuck. I never thought I'd make it here. I never thought I'd make it to 18, if we are being honest. This must be a fluke, right?
Somehow I've been able to make a deal with the devil in exchange for immortality (at least until I am proven mortal) so I guess it's about time I get my shit together.
Maybe 29 will be better than 28.
At least, that's what I'm holding out hope for...
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Holding My Breath
Watching, waiting for something. Anything.
Like I am under water, needing to come up for air
But I can never make it to the surface.
So I wait for the moment when I can breathe again.
I turn the water
Hot, hotter, hotter
Until I can’t take it anymore
So I can finally feel something
And take another breath.
Friday, March 22, 2019
27 Candles
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Drowning
My life is pretty routine these days: I wake up, go to work, come home, and then sleep. There's not much else in between because I'm too damn exhausted to do anything else. And that stems from my awful mental health that I can never seem to get right.
Every time I feel like I am on track, climbing to the top of the hill, something hits me and a plummet downward until I can't see anything above me. It feels like I'm drowning and I can't pull myself out of the water. And then I'm stuck there flailing until I find something to hold on to.
The worst part is I can feel myself slipping away into the depths of the ocean but I can never save myself before it happens. I feel myself losing interest in everything and everyone around me, pulling away until I no longer want to leave, yet I always find myself here.
I can't feel anything, though. I am numb to everything around me. I turn on the shower as hot as it can go to feel something, anything. I scream into the water as it surrounds me but all that I see is the light fading away and I am moving further into the darkness.
I am here, drowning in the ocean of my depression. I know I'll get better, as long as I continue to see the light.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Hey, Asshole
This year has been a lot. It's been exciting and horrible, brought both joy and tremendous sadness.
The year started off in Olympia, WA and then quickly moved into living in College Park, MD. Honestly, it's hard to believe I've been back on the East Coast longer than I lived in the Pacific Northwest... but regardless, I am here and am happy.
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I cannot believe how fast 2018 has gone. I sit here and often struggle to describe how I am feeling.
These last few months have been rough, to say the least. While great happiness was brought upon me through my marriage to my amazing wife, a bunch of not-so-great things have happened as well.
On September 29, while sitting at IHOP, I noticed I had a missed call from my mother. A text came through: "CALL ME IMMEDIATELY." I assumed she was angry with me about something I did (or did not) do. I called her back and heard her hysterical cries. I could barely make out what was said. "Jet... he's dead." We had lost our family dog. He was struck down (and dragged 25+ ft) by a car who did not even stop to see what had happened. The poor waitress at IHOP saw me fall apart at the table and Kirsten saw that I was inconsolable. I was in Maryland and wasn't there to say goodbye.
On October 9, I received a text from my mother stating I needed to call her immediately. I was walking out of my building, heading across campus for a meeting. I called her and did not get an answer. I began to freak out. What had happened? Was my dad okay? Please for the love of G-d don't be my dad.
After what felt like centuries, my brother called me. My cousin Ronnie was found dead earlier that day. I completely collapsed outside of my building. I fell into a heap. I couldn't believe it. My cousin, who had lived with my family on and off for the last few years and helped me move across the country, was gone.
Everything after that moved very quickly, yet in slow motion at the same time. I headed home on a Wednesday night to say goodbye and then headed back to Maryland on Thursday to pack for a weekend in Pennsylvania with my family. Unfortunately, I was met with car troubles and was unable to get home a second time.
The month of October brought some happiness, though. I married an amazing woman on October 31st (and we have now officially been married for 2 weeks!).
Through the ups and downs, I've been lucky to have Kirsten by my side.
The nights crying in the shower, collapsing into sadness on the couch or the bed, the mornings I have been unable to do anything: she's been there and for that I am quite lucky.
Though I haven't been outwardly showing it, I am struggling. This funk isn't going anywhere anytime soon... at least not that I can see. I've sucked at communicating with friends, responding to calls/texts, etc. so don't take it personally. Eventually, I'll pull myself out of this, but for now, please be gentle with me.
<3
This song loosely reflects how I've been feeling (and is the namesake of my post)