A child living in pain

I don’t know how many times I have written about this before but the time has come to examine the black woman living in pain vs. the teenager living in pain relationship.

Just to give a little background I have many different ailments including fibromyalgia, arthritis, sleep disorders, mental disorders, and others. My son just six months shy of his 13 birthday is already giving attitude on a 14 year old level. He also has ailments of his own including but not limited to epilepsy, asthma, and mental disorders.

Now that we are all caught up let’s begin. Most people do not understand that it is hard living life when you are sick most of the time. It is even harder to travels life’s road when you have a child. When you have a child living in pain however it is almost impossible to navigate the dangerous trek of the mountain trail of life.

People seem to think that I am always sad in social media or in my writings. When really I just express my real feelings which are usually those that have been suppressed in my writings. People might find this sad oh well it’s how I feel. Lately meaning for the past year every time I get over one sickness something else happens. I still try to push on though. My son has also been dealing with his own issues which as his mother become my issues. Within the last couple of years his mental illnesses have been flaring causing him to need more. I did what any mom would do I got him in with doctors and help at school. I educated myself about what was going on with him.

Now that he is a teenager 5;7, 280lbs, and strong as an ox I worry about whether I will be enough to keep him under control or not. He is such a sweet kid and he has so much love inside him but lately he is just so angry. Defiant he just doesn’t want to do anything that you tell him. He is even being destructive tears up things like he is3. He doesn’t smile much anymore. It stresses me out to no end. Stress does not help me feel any better. Of course there are some days I want to throw in the towel but I know that I can’t do that. I am a mother and I take my job very seriously. So I plan to map out what I need to do like every day with him and myself. I have to revamp the way things are to make things better.

It just hurts my heart to know that there is something stealing his joy. So I will make my mission to return it to him. I just hopes my body works with me. I am not going to lie though it is overwhelming, it is a lot of work, and I am most likely going to need help with it but I just have to get it done. When he disrespects me it makes me feel like the lowest of low. I don’t know if that is why he is doing it or what I have done to make him so mad.

And this is just part of the story.

“Lord I give you thanks for all of the blessings you have given me. I ask that you gave metal the strength and know how to deal with my son so that I can shape him into the great young man he should be.”

Thru love and pain,

Ablackwomanlivinginpain  

Welcome Home I Have Good News

Whoa ... it has been a really long time since I written. I know, I know don’t shoot me I have a lot of good things to catch you up on.

 

The best news that I cannot wait to tell you all is that I am a published author! Yay!!!  My first book is a story told in poetic form with a short story in the middle. If you all could please check it out it is available on amazon.com Confessions of the Other Woman by Cookie Battles. It is only $10 and I think it might be $9 now online. The book is my pride and joy. I am very proud of it and if you all read it I believe you all would be as all.

 

Another good piece of news is that after a year of fussing I am finally divorced. I know it was “so quick” that is only how it felt to people that wasn’t in the marriage. It is better for everyone involved this way. I still love him I always will but do I love him the same way? No. It was a bad break-up I wish we could have remained friends but the way that he treated me made that impossible. So I am back on the market, single and waiting. I have joined a couple of dating sites and I have already gotten my feelings hurt a few times. More blogs to come about that topic.

 

The last piece of good news to share is that I moved. New life, new place, new mind set. I moved into a new apartment away from where I used to live. It is much better than where I used to stay. It is made to help me with my disabilities.  I want to take time to thank God for blessing me with everything he has blessed me with. Without him I am nothing. I am so excited that the blog has started back up! Thank you all for reading.

Venting

This is me venting...

You know people really crack me up. I do believe that I am a pretty decent person. I think if you would talk to people that know me they would tell you that I smile all of the time and I am usually in a good mood. I really try to treat people have I want to be treated. As far as my illnesses go I feel things that sometimes I can't even explain. So I try my best to not down play anyone's pain or troubles. So it really makes me angry when people try to tell me about my body. A lot of times people just give their opinion about things going on with your life and I can understand that because I do it sometimes myself. However when you talk as though you know what is going on in my body, house, or relationships when you have no idea it's a whole other story.

By having fibromyalgia as well as my other aliments I go through different things. I have a very bad sleep pattern. Which means that no matter when I take my night meds or when I start to try to go to sleep I am not going to fall until at least after 1am. So just like any normal person who didn't get any sleep would sleep in the next day so do I. If I didn't have anything to do the next morning I don't see what the problem is. I really think that people that tell other people their pain isn't anything compared to theirs are very rude. I am all about done with people that feel they need to compare their feats with my problems. Case in point, if I am in pain that hurts so bad I am unable to get out of the bed, I really don't even need to be told about all the things you would be able to do if you were in my shoes. I already beat myself up enough without getting beat by you as well. Don't act like you have walked a mile in my shoes when you don't wear my size.

This entry was a really short one you guys but thanks for reading. If any of you all understand what I am going through don't be afraid to comment.

Much love,

A black woman living in pain

Make It or Break It!

I watched her as she moved acrossed the stage. Her hips swaying to the beat as her soulful voice over took the room. She took me to another place not just with her voice but with her very essence. A place where she and I lived happily interwined forever.

I watched her with my eyes, heard her with my ears, and felt her thru my skin all without moving. I didn't want anyone aware of my addiction. Especially my friend sitting right beside me. She would surely be uncomfortable with my truth. Wouldn't she? Now was not the time to bring my feeling to the forefront with her.

I watch my desire leave the stage and know that I had to let her know my feelings before the end of the night. I couldn't step to her ask for her number. That wasn't my style. Couldn't drop some line that is something a lame would do. Plus I had no idea how she would react. I don't know I would cope if she blantaly turned me down. Then the lightblub went over my head.

I interupted my friend in the middle of my story feeling ashamed that I had no idea what she was talking about. I walked to the door to set things up. All the time keeping my eyes on the goddess of my affection at the bar drinking tea.

I sat down back at the table and pulled out my pen and pad. My friend got excited because she loved when I wrote. I became engrossed in the peice. Weaving together nouns and verbs, filling it with adverbs and adjectives. I am making my own music within these stanzas. Working at light speed but carefully because the moment has become make it or break it.

The M.C. hits the stage and gives me a wink I give him a nod. He calls me to the stage I stared her straight in the eye took a deep breath and started my soliloquy. Everyone in the room disappeared as soon as the words dripped from my lips:

"Milk chocolate poured into a curvy case
The grace of a lioness
Ever step oozes sweetness
Can I please get a taste

It's not just your body that entices me
Your mind is fuels my fire
Intelligence makes you shine brighter
I know most people don't look past the outer but trust me baby I see

The true queen that you are 
Your soul speaks beautifully
You communicate it wonderfully
Thru your songs you have raised the bar

No one else can hold a candle to you
I just hope you can understand my feelings
I want to join with your very being
I hope you feel the same way too
Meet me in the back if you do

Thank you"

I shook the M.C.'s hand and left the stage to snaps and applause. When I looked at the bar the beauty was no where to be found. I passed by my friend's table and much to my suprise she gave me a thumbs up. I smile saving that conversation for later. I had a place to go and a special lady to see.

When I got to the booth in the back it was empty. My heart sank and I almost cried. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, my heart skiped a beat. I turned around and there she was my goddess, my queen. I smiled so wide and she returned the smile which made my heart grow. I grabed her in my arms in a bold move I didn't know I had. Then with my arms around her waist and her arms around my neck we kissed. It was fireworks and bubbles bursting everything I hoped it would be. When we came up for air she said to me, "Damn girl it took you long enough." To which we shared our first laugh of many.

-Cherlnell "Cookie" Battles

We fall down but we get up.

You know how they say that you don't miss something until it's gone? “Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home any time she goes away.” Well I felt that way about my computer except I knew that I would miss “her.” I have also missed you all so much. There has been so much that has happen since my last entry. I was married, just married. Now I am just separated, waiting on my divorce. My best friend (My Granny) was alive and well. Since then she has been diagnosed with stage four cancer and has passed away.

To keep it real with you all. I have been having a hard time period, with my life. But I see a light at the end of the tunnel. There are blessing happening in my life and I am ready to take hold of them and spread them all over the world. I am ready to take control of my life to get the best of it. I have been beat down, stepped on, used, and abused by people and life in general but like the song says, “we fall down, but we get up.” Every stumbling block placed in our way helps us learn the path for the next time and eventually we will get to where we need to be.

If you would have asked me on November 12, 2011 if I would have thought I would be separated not even six months later I would have said," hogwash." However here I am wondering when my husband turned and how long had I been covering for him. I sometimes question whether or not I should even be blessed with a lifelong spouse who loves me for me and I can love for them. I was really feeling bad about myself.

I am not where I want to be but I am on the path God has set for me. As long as I keep him in the head of my life things will work out for me. I am ready to get on my grind with this writing thing so if you all like what you have read please leave a comment and let me know.

Much love,

a black woman living in pain

How is it?

How is it?

How is it that you look into my eyes and don't see the pain?
Is it because you've caused it that you fail to see it,
Or is it just that you don't care?

How is it that you can put such trivial things over me?
Is it really because of how you were raised,
Or is it as much of an excuse as it sounds?

How is it that you don't take responsibility for the things you do?
Is it because you don't know better,
Or is it your way of never admitting your wrong?

How is it that you lie to my face without any feelings of guilt?
Is it really because you believe what you say,
Or is it that you have no remorse?

What is the problem? It's you not me.
Your words are deceptions, they're not what they seem to be.
Your actions show how you really feel.

I am tired of giving you the benefit of the doubt
Out of my comfort zone, I don't usually shout.
You are turning me into someone I don't need to be

I have a lot to think about. It makes me want to cry.
This is not how I want it to be .
This might mean a long good bye.

Cherlnell “Cookie” Battles

Invisible Pain

There was a status that came across my page a few days ago. It spoke about how people can't always tell when people are in pain. How people can be in so much pain but have the biggest smile on their face. Or even when they tell you that they are hurting they don't let on how much. Well I am one of those people. I used to just say I'm fine but I am trying to be more open with my feelings. It seems however not to be taking that way. In fact when I tell people anywhere near how I am feeling it feels like I am making them feel bad and I don't like that feeling. So I grin and bare it or at least try to.

I make the mistake of thinking that a lot of people in the world think like me and that's not true. I like to think that especially since other people are in pain that they would understand but they don't always. In fact some people can be down right mean. I am the nicest person but I am starting to become aggravated because being in pain and taking shit from people is nothing nice. There are only so many times that you can think about other people and what they must be going through to make your life a living hell while there is pain racing through your body.

It doesn't help that I am very young, which is another way looks can be deceiving. There is a saying that we (African Americans) say all to much to people younger then us; “You ain't hurting you too young to feel that way.” Even though it has been ingrained inside me since birth I try so hard not to say that to my son or anyone younger than me. I know how it feels to look like you are 20 and feel like you are 85.

Lately I have really been messed. I have been flaring up from the fibro, my legs, feet, and ankles have been swollen everyday. I have had a sore throat for at least two months. There are plenty days were it hurts so much to move my leg across the bed let alone walking. Do you know however how hard it is to convey that feeling to people that have no idea?

I get the feeling that people don't fully believe me when I say that I am in the amount of pain that I am in. What really hurts is that it is people close to me sometimes don't understand. I am constantly holding back tears on an everyday basis. Yet to some all I do is complain. I am trying to live life for me and to do that sometimes you just have to let your pain out. I am used to holding everything in especially my pain. I am trying to find my balance. If you all have any ideas please share them.

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Ablackwomanlivinginpain

Choked

Tears are like my feelings afraid to come out.

Screaming, shouting, bouncing off the walls of my soul.

The one person I thought I could share everything with I end up hiding myself from...

When I dare venture to step on that rickety old bridge,

I am quickly cast over the side by the barrage of foul words that come from your mouth.

I never thought I would heard you speak to me in such a way.

However there you are voice loud, bass in your words, and a frown on your face.

Fear washes over me and my words gets stuck in my throat.

I choke on the truth trying not to upset you,

Because even though you're not thinking about my feelings.

I am consistently thinking of yours. 

-Cherlnell "Cookie" Denham

Marriage and Adulthood

When did you figure out you were grown? There are a lot of people who throw around the phrase “I’m a grown ass woman” or “ I’m a grown ass Man” but that doesn’t mean a person is grown in fact most of the time if you keep saying it over and over then chances are you aren’t. That however is not what I mean. My question is when is the moment or series of moments where it’s like, “Wow I am really grown, I am an adult.” I believe that I am going through one of these moments right now.

You would think that after having to go to school from early morning to early evening while with child your senior year in order to graduate on time. Or having that child and taking care of him while finishing high school and going through a few years of college and work would make an adult out you. Or moving out on your own that should do it right. Well I have done those things. Worked a full time job and all of that. However I never felt as adult as I do right now as I go through the process of planning a wedding.

There is a lot to think about when you say yes to an engagement. Mostly the He has to think about giving up his so called “freedom”, running a household with me, stepping into a ready-made family, helping to provide for that family and taking care of me for I don’t know how long (because of the disabilities.) Now that is a lot to be concerned with however I  have to think about all of that plus planning the wedding, I have to introduce this man to my son as his father figure instead of mommy friend and pray that it’s go over well. I also have to deal with his preconceived notions of what a woman is and how I’m suppose to act, I have to back him up, and show him how to treat and relate to me.  Needless to say we have work to do.

Then when I started to realize that once I do this there is no going back to non-adulthood I started to tread a little more slowly like I was walking on thin ice. I started to move a little more slowly. Then in true God fashion He speeds everything up (because everything runs on his time not ours.) So I went from planning something in one year to planning something in one month. Don’t worry we are getting pre-martial classes before and I try to talk to lot, so that we communicate better…

Sorry about that back to adulthood… You can’t be married and go running to mommy about everything or at least you aren’t suppose to. People still do but we aren’t talking about them. We are talking about the Hollywood movie fiction books adulthood.  Is that really adulthood? The first piece of advice that people will give you is don’t talk about what is going on in your marriage with family and friends. That you are suppose to leave it between you, your husband, and God. I understand that in theory because if you talk when you are upset that will make your family upset with your husband even after you and him have gotten over whatever the problem was. Then if you talk about how good he is to people you think are friends they might try to take him. I understand that and all but what are you suppose to do when you and your mate as young married couple needs advise from older married couples. As a young person I recognize that my elders are the tree of wisdom and we need nutrients from that tree to learn and grow. So my question is what is a new wife(or soon to be wife) to do? Please leave comments.

A Black Woman Living In Pain

Cry

I have noticed that I have stopped watching the news and I'm a little out of the loop. It really is a shame but i can't watch or read the things that I used to because it scares me I know that God doesn't give us a spirit of fear and I am working on it. However when I hear about something or see something going wrong in the world or shoot it could be on the moon I tend to take it all on put it on my back. I want to help everyone in the universe that needs help. I cry all of the time when I see people or animals being mistreated or in a bad place. There is so much stuff going on in my life with my life that I am crying on my own I do not need extra. Does that make me a bad person because I believe I am just tried and need a break. I have been taking on people’s pain since I was a little kid. Always worrying about what is going on with this and that.

Please comment and let me know how you feel

A black woman living in pain

letters to the brothers

 Dear Brothers ,

Please let me start by saying this is not a put down. Women are just a little tried of being mistreated, mishandled, and misappreciated . When we are trying to have a conversation with you that has to do with our relationship you need to pay attention. Every time we try to tell you what’s going on with us you call it nagging. But we give the silent treatment and we are being a Bitch. We have to understand that you all have to watch your football /basketball/ baseball / hockey whenever you all have to watch to fulfill the fantasy that you all had growing up. However you feel like you all don’t have to listen to any of our feelings or talk to us about anything. Let me be the first to tell you that is B.S.

NOTICE: I’m About To Get Real. If you want a woman, not a girl or regular female, but a woman to not only open up her legs but be juicy for you need to reach her mind and her heart. Why do we as woman have to be the one to give up shit. You mean to tell me that you as a man get to watch all these sports which take up most of your time then with the little time you do give me I can’t talk about my feelings. Who in the hell do you think you are?

If you guys see a big butt and some supple breasts you all are usually ready to go however with women we need just a little bit more. Well actually a lot more we need to feel safe, loved, and looked after. Men you can’t do that without listening at least a little. This is the last thing I going to say.

The more you open up and listen to a woman the more she will open up to you in all ways.

A black woman living in pain

Hardheaded

                Why is it so hard to explain some things to hardheaded people? I have been though this I think I might know what I am talking about, at least a little bit. For instance people act like they don’t believe how much pain I am in on a daily bases.  Do you know how much better the world will be if we just listened to each other? There will be less misunderstandings, less fights, hell even less debt. But no there are just too much stubbornness in the world for that to happen. I know that I am stubborn sometimes but I always remember that I can learn from another person. Shoot I know the smartest man knows he knows nothing at all. It just pisses me off to the highest level of pisstivtity (yes I made up the word) when people don’t listen at all. Don’t they know you can’t grow that way.

Just a little rant!

a black woman living in pain

While the computer was down

9/1/11

Isn’t funny how I want to write every day but because my mind is so jumbled with stuff you can’t even get a whole sentence out. Then as soon as your computer is out repairs for weeks and  you are reduced to pen and pad that’s when you get the writing bug.

                My life has been good lately but with the good must come the bad. I breathing and alive but my health could be better (who’s couldn’t though.) I have a fiancée but we are still trying to figure each other out. Something we have waited all our lives for. It’s just that we are making sure that this is real because I am not trying to get married to get divorced. Don’t get me wrong I love him with my everything but he does have his ways (as I am sure I have mine.) We are planning a wedding and we don’t even have a “beer budget.”  Then my darling son is having a barrel of problems and no none of these problems have anything to do with my relationship.  Awwww… did I take away the easy answer? (Sorry didn’t mean to be mean Just a little on edge.) He is just not in a good place right now. Did I mention that I have had this big writer’s block for like ever. Even my hair is all over my head cause I don’t have the strength to do it myself. I feel so helpless. I am at my heaviest weight I have been at since ever! It’s hard to move because my body is breaking down.

                I feel like I am an old ass woman and I am only 28 years old. I can’t walk a block without needed to stop and sit down. It’s not because of my size. Although a lot of the time I do have to catch my breathe but I believe that is because of the asthma. I can’t walk because It hurts like hell my back starts twisting into this huge ball. The only thing that will stop it is my sitting down and relaxing. I have to cook in the kitchen with a chair. It’s just really mixed up right now.

                Ok this is what I wrote while my computer was out please leave your comments.

Yours with love,

A Black Woman Living In Pain

I Cry

I cry

I can’t believe this place I’m in.

Pressure is coming from all sides

But I have no where to move

I want to cry but I’m afraid to be vulnerable

I feel like I’m coming unglued ripping at the seems

Everyone knows the right thing to do but me

Because apparently everything I do is wrong

Don’t know what to do, which way to turn.

A deer stuck in headlights

I try to be the best person I can be but I fail

The best mother, child, friend, lover, sister

I can see it failing apart in front of my eyes like a sand castle built to close to the edge slowly eroding away.

I cry because it’s painful,

I cry because I’m not free,

I cry because I’m invisible and no one sees me.

No one knows, why can’t they see the demons tormenting me

I know why the cage bird sings and why the free one stays silent.

Constrains don’t have to be made out of metal and steel.

The saddest person could have just pasted you on the street.

The happiest on cell block 9.

So just because of the smile is on my face doesn’t mean it’s in my soul.

And the person wearing the most bling it could feel like coal.

It’s tired trying to be happy when you’re not.

To seem as if you feel great when you are at your worst.

I cry because it’s painful

I cry because I’m not free

I cry because I’m invisible and no one sees me.

Cherlnell ” Cookie” Battles

Son in Crisis

Sometimes when we feel pain it’s not about ourselves even though it hurts like hell. My son suffers from metal, behavior and physical disorders. I feel like a complete failure when it comes to him. I can’t even keep the things for myself straight so sometimes I can forget to give him meds. That’s the worst thing in the world. Then he gets meds for one month and his next appointment is three months from now. I don’t even know how to go about getting more. I call the clinic I don’t know how many times a week trying to get answers to no avail. They just keep telling me that I have to see this doctor in three months. His counselor that I loved who said that he would be available and to try to reach him at anytime. The one who further proved his point by giving me his cell phone number. He seemed to connect with my son and was excited to get to work with him. After two visits and a call in sick I have not been able to get in touch with him which has been at least three weeks. Then I fall more ill than usual and it’s the start of school which he hates.

So of course again two days before his  1^st mental doctor appointment and his 2^nd treatment plan. His mood disorder goes into overdrive and he ends up in the mental hospital one again. I wake up to him calling me and catch myself calling him in the middle of the day . Then tears drown my face and my heart aches because I feel like I placed him there. I know that I can’t chase him when he runs away, I can’t hold him down when he wants to fight not me but himself. So what else can I do? 

Good girl

Good Girl

How long am I suppose to be the good girl?

The one that always gets shitted on.

But keeps the smile on her face just the same.

To be hunted by her tormentor and he’s not even dead.

Speak they ask and she does,

Care they ask and she does,

Pray the ask and she does,

Even though it kills her inside a little every time.

First she was raped and told that she wasn’t.

How could they know they weren’t there?

Then pushed aside for the sake of the children.

Wasn’t she to a child?

She was before that Bastard took that from her too!

Does anyone care about her feelings?

Does anyone give a damn?

Hiding in the corner trying to forget the embarrassment.

But she can never live it down no matter how hard she tries.

Every time she lays with a man it plays in her head

Pain she wants to forget but she doesn’t know how.

It’s compound by the fact that she has to be the good girl yet again.

Comforting, and sympathetic while people speak proudly of what a good man he is…

My chest is bubbling over in anger!

I have forgiven him but not the situation!

Not the Fucked up sexual situations that I ended up in.

Not the hatred that I feel for myself!

Not for the relationships it has ruined!

Not the memories that plague me!

I am tired of holding it all in!

Acting like there is nothing wrong,

When all the while there is.

When do I get to let my pain out,

To let it go without being the bad guy?

It shaped my life you know.

I can never put myself first

Someone always comes before.

And I’m tired!

Tried of being good!

And tired of the abuse!

So I ask again How long am I suppose to be the good girl?

-Cookie

My Paradox

My Paradox

How can you be the victim of a crime and still the one at fault?

How can a secret still be a secret if you tell everyone you know?

How can someone too weak to hold a child carry the burdens of a man?

It’s too confusing to comprehend?

Step into my paradox…

How can I be over something that I think about everyday?

Cry dry tears that stream down my face.

Can’t show to much real emotion,

Might get figured out.

Step into my paradox…

Helping everyone else

To prevent helping my self

It’s a trick no one sees but me

Like children playing hind and go seek

Step into my paradox…

The only place where you can find me

Is in these words I speak my peace

Verbs and nouns brain and soul meet

Around the bend here we go again

Step into my paradox…

I know it’s past time for me to let it go

And I’m trying to everyday

But I’ve got to do it in my way

Travel with me or stay behind

Step into my paradox…

Am I a good girl or am I bad

Feel my feelings happy or sad

A smile on my face doesn’t mean I’m glad

A bout of laugher might mean I’m mad.

Step into my paradox…

A winding road under a rickety bridge

Slippery slope and I have slid.

A bumpy path with a fork in the road

Navigation on Spanish mode

Step into my paradox…

Am I up or am I down

A brand new queen with a broken crown

I want this feeling to go away

I want to leave but I have to stay

Step into my paradox…

I’m getting it out the best way I know how

I’m putting pen to pad writing this thing down

Because I’m not trying to hold on

I want to be free

Breaking out of my paradox…

-Cookie

Blessings

The Lord is blessing me, right now, lord right now!

Am I still hurting? Lord yes! Are some things in my life still worrisome? Of course. Sometimes however you have to look at the things going right in your life, because if you are constantly focused on what’s wrong then you will surely go crazy.

So I would like to take the time out to give thanks to my family; My parents, sisters and brothers, my son, friends, and (not new but different) addition to my life; my man. He is the nicest, sweetest, caring  man that I know. He takes care of me and in turn makes me feel better. I love him so much that sometimes I feel like I am going to burst. One day last week I was going through something really emotional. I couldn’t even talk all I could do was write. He sat there behind me and rubbed my back the whole time. Never said a word just rubbed my back and kissed my shoulder. It was just what I needed and it made me love him even more. I met his family yesterday and they like me which is great because I like them as well.

Ok I am done gushing about him for now. The other thing that I am thankful for is the internet. I know weird right? What I am really trying to say is that the internet has made it so easy for people with common interest and aliments to get together and support each other.  So times you can feel like an island. If you feel that no one understands you. I am glad to have found groups and blogs where I can share and learn from people going through some of the same things that I am going through. If any of you all have Lupus there is a great group on facebook called Lola vs. Lupus. You all should check it out. Well I just wanted to drop a quick note. Hope to read from you guys soon.

Peace

A Black Woman Living in Pain

Could it Be?

Its hard to find love when you are a normal 28-year old healthy person. So just imagine how hard it is for an disabled, ill, 28 year old who walks around with a cane. I always want to know how in the world was I going to find someone who would like me. I knew that it would be really hard because it’s not like I can just go out and party. The club doesn’t have enough chairs for me to be guaranteed one all of the time and if I dance I am most likely going to need a massage. I mean right then, as soon as I leave the dance floor, if I can make it to the dance floor, if I can make it to the club. What happens when I am attempting to dance and my knee gives out or my back cramps up. Right one of two things either the club erupts into laugher or everyone rushes over to help the old woman up off the floor. I just don’t want to be put in that type of situation. Not that I am the clubbing type. However even if I was then you can see where that would go wrong.

So imagine my surprise when me and someone that has been in my life for quite awhile decided that we were going to get together. We reveled to each other feelings that we have for the longest time kept hidden. He knows that I am a lot of work and he wants to help me. There are a lot of people that might think we are moving fast but we know we are just doing what we have to do. I have learned at this young age in life that there if some point where you stop saying what you are and aren’t going to do, you just do it or you don’t.  He is willing to help me where I need it and push me when I need it as well. I am able to be myself around him as well as be people I never thought I could be. He is nothing I ever looked for and everything I ever wanted. With God, him and I working together we will last.

I knew from theory, logic, and having a bit of it in real life, that having someone to help me would lovely. But actually putting it into practice? Breathtaking! I remember in one of my 1^st posts I wrote about how hard it is for me to take a bath or stand long in the shower. One wonderful lady said that I should get my husband or significant other to help me because that’s what they had been doing. When I read that I ended up in tears because it had been so long since I had actually been that type of love and I didn’t know when I would end up back there. Now I have been showed how it feels to have someone to help me up when I can’t move, wash my back when I can’t reach, and hold me when I’m in so much pain that all I can do is cry. I know it’s the beginning but I believe this time it will last. Pray for us.

Happy in Love

A Black Woman Living in Pain

Heartbreak Depletion

I am suffering from the worst kind of heartbreak there is the kind that are made with a pure heart. Heartbreak that is served with no malice only a heavy heart that hates the fact that it had to break your heart in the first place. Heartbreak is so much easier when you dislike the person doing the breaking or the person dislikes you. You can just say they did that to me because they don’t like me or this was their plan all along.

I am not a person that falsely loves even though some people may think that I fall quick. However long it takes me when I fall I fall hard. I am so open to love and have always been. I don’t understand why I can’t get find that compatible, open hearted, loyal love that I long for. Maybe I’m not ready but if that is the case why allow me to love so hard and so much. It’s like getting stabbed again and again. I really am tired of the ins and outs, the ups and downs.

I give my all every time however I always get pieces and percentages. Fractions of the hole they leave in me. They always feel that someone else is more important to spend their time with, someone else to shower with their love. They pull from me and I don’t even think that they know that they deplete me never quite filling me back up even when they try.

So I walk around a shell of a woman trying to keep this heart intact even though it’s bleeding out with no hopes of a transfusion. Hoping that I can keep it together until the right person comes along who will cherish my love and replenish my heart with love of their own.