Moving out of the darkness into the light

Depression cripples you… it’s like this dark secret you hide deep within, but it’s always there in the shadows lurking and pulling you back with a few whispers… “You’re worthless… you’ll never amount to anything… come back inside this shell with me… no one cares for you out there…you’re all alone!”

It always appears like a fog creeping in overnight and there is a crow making noise reminding you that you belong with them in the darkness… far from the light. The emptiness inside your soul, bones, mind and heart creates pools of tears at the drop of a hat to slide down your face…without notice, you’re pulled back into the abyss of familiarity that you once climbed far away from.

Yes…. I have a history of depression or just being sad…anxiety. Maybe it’s because we moved around so much in my childhood and I was always forced to reinvent myself, new friends, new life, and all during my high school years.

I remember my earliest memories in my early teens and my wanting to get lost in a sea of sleep. I just couldn’t get myself out of the feeling of melancholy and sadness that would overcome me like shackles…I carried the weight with me for years. Who knew then, that this would be a lifelong battle with periods of desperation and times that were so low, it’s miraculous that you made it out alive.

Well, my old nemesis that is Depression has shown its ugly head again over the past few years.

When things were not going well in my life, financial issues, when my apartment caught fire, or the ceiling caved in and I had to move quickly, or the time that I lost my love, or I was in so much pain that I ended up needing surgery on my spine…the other time I lost my love, plus the struggle of recovery to the time that I lost my job with no severance and lost my insurance 60 days post surgery. I’ve lost so much over the past few years…my house, jobs, pets, loves and have literally had to abandon things and walk away just enough to survive the flames called my life without getting burned up myself.

My challenges with depression have been a lifelong struggle. They go in waves, but lately and especially this year, it’s been severe with every hurdle, every path that I take is a journey on survival.

This was also why I went dark over the past few years and stopped writing… hiding the words and avoiding the voice inside me begging to come out.

There was a time that I wished that I would be able to fall asleep and wake up with all of this washed away. Then there are other times that would hold onto this like a long lost friend.

Lately, everything is better when it’s time to go to bed…I hate waking up and struggling with my plans for the day, reading my emails, applying for jobs, scheduling interviews, then seeing my bank account and knowing my best bet is to stay in bed.

My wish is to regain myself in 2018, get back to my core being, better health, heal my body, listen more, help more, be kinder, better, go to yoga more, date more, explore more, Love more and travel more. Let go of the things that are not serving me well and be more of a minimalist in some ways. Life isn’t about things…it about the moments.

Every day is a struggle, people are fighting silent battles all around you and in the end, try to be kind and be grateful for the people in your life that are there to help.

When you’re at you are feeling close to rock bottom, you’ll find out who your true support system is. These are The keepers… friends and family. Without them right now, I would be lost. I’m at my most vulnerable and am grateful every day that they haven’t given up on me yet.

I am so thankful that I have my family and friends in my life. With the holiday season upon us, they’re bringing in the light to my life right now.

Xx

What happened to having a drink first?

What the fuck goes through men’s heads when they reach out on LinkedIn with a perverted comment about your photo and or try to ask you out? I know that I’ve asked this before, but seriously? And…. with time, it’s only gotten worse. I get messages on Instagram from random people and I’m no innocent, as I’m online dating on Tinder, Bumble etc., but I expect to receive messages there. Not sure that I expect some of the ones that I receive though about oral sex, 3 ways, and if I want to join in their poly lifestyle.

The Internet has created a marketplace for passive aggressive men that would not typically approach a woman like this in person. I don’t know if it’s that’s they’re more brazen and bold hiding behind the internet, but whatever the case, it’s getting worse. I get on average 2-3 messages on LinkedIn and then, Instagram has become a new playing field and then there are the randoms that will use your Airdrop from Apple to send random dick pics to your phone on the subway or in public just because they can. Lol. I keep that locked down after hearing about this new tactic.

Remember when someone would write a bad check and the check would be hung up for everyone to see In the market and they were shamed? This was a response to hoping that the person would not only be deterred from his behavior, but also not do it again, right? I’m thinking perhaps this behavior being called out may help some realize how ridiculous it is.

I have an Instagram account and receive no less that several unsolicited messages from men starting by saying, “Hello” … or telling me that they saw me on either Tinder or Bumble and since I did not match with them, they wanted to reach out to me anyway and see if I could meet them!? Umm… First, I swiped left, which means that I’m not interested, but “Thank You” for your persistence, but please leave it there… instead, they push it to asking me for photos, about sex, commenting about my body, and my favorite is receiving dick pics this way… Umm… Look men, no one wants to see your dick pictures. No one… and if you send these to us… unsolicited, we have the right to share them with our friends. Ha-ha…and I do.

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With all the harassment and misbehavior taking place and men being outed, I think that we have tended to shuffle this behavior under the mat for decades, as it was typically not managed well. I believe that we are at a Tipping point right now where women are coming forward to exploit these men of their actions because we are just exhausted of being treated like sex objects, getting paid less for the same work, being ridiculed and we are supposed to be your equal, yet why are people only now listening? I don’t know, but I’m grateful that they are.

Personally, I’ve been sexually harassed my entire life… I can still tell you stories of being held down and felt up by boys on my swim team that I once thought were friends… they each took turns and then, acted like nothing happened. I think this was the way I lost my innocence with men and reacted by calling them out and probably used some fine words… it continued throughout my life. Sometimes in ways that were worse than others… I’ve been solicited by men in the workplace dozens of times in my life, most were executives.  Believe me, I can say, “Fuck Off” faster than most.

I was asking my guy friend the better place for online dating where men are actually looking to date vs. fuck and he just laughed at me… I was wondering his opinion on Tinder, Bumble, OKC, POF, Match and etc. He goes… “Umm… I get more ass from Bumble”… I was shocked.. I thought Bumble was the upgrade to Tinder? What did I know? I met K on Tinder and we still talk and see one another…who knows. Everyone that reaches out to me ends up being a perv eventually.

With this, I would like to share some of my wall of shame….There are several more where these came from…and I may just keep sharing them, as I have that many.

What happened to asking a girl out to drink and trying to feign interest? Then after a few drinks, acting like a pervert trying to hook up? Now, they go straight for the jugular and ask if you’re “DTF”- Which Apparently means, “Down to Fuck”… or into a 3 way.. or just tell you how they want to lick and eat your ass…Thanks for the romance boys, does option b come with flowers?

When people wonder why I keep going back to “The Boy”… well, these are just a few examples.

Enjoy!

The Boy…

The Boy

He was the first one to write… we both swiped right on one another… flirted back and forth… established where we both lived compared to each other…. Then, he vanished…like people do.

The next was a playful Ivy league graduate in Mathematics, soccer player, worked for his own Investment firm…very cute. He was about  9 years younger or less…We flirted back and forth, then he asked me out. We went on a few dates and all of which, he was a complete gentleman… after a few nights of drinks, banter and not even a single kiss… I kind of wrote him off. After days of silence, he started texting me again… flirting…. explaining he was courting me… so the affair begins… He was definitely responsible for getting my groove back… it was like delivery. All I had to do was text him and he came running over…sometimes bringing wine with him.

He even met me after a flight home… wished me a happy birthday, and you ask, “what happened to him?”  He ended up going on a series of trips and one of them was over a month gone… with this, I ended up answering other men… and well, things happen for a reason…

This is where, “The Boy” entered my life… he’s 10 years younger than me.

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Another year down…

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Why is it as we age, we start reminiscing more? 

It was my birthday week and another year slipped by with happy hour, cocktails, meeting & celebrating  with friends a hangover or two and I’ve realized that I have some amazing people in my life from all walks of life and from all backgrounds. I am blessed with a full life of friends and family. At times challenges, but all is with good intentions. 

I’ve made some committments to myself this year that I’ve not kept well on and decided as I was walking through Central Park today, and noticing the ponds beginning to thaw that it’s time that I start making good on these and quit making excuses. 

  

My treat to myself was to attend a past life regression workshop with Mira Kelly and she shared some wise words with us about, “following everything that excites you, not to let fear get in the way and be open to new experiences.” 

I know, I could read this in a book, yet it rings true as I want to make changes in my life for the good, yet get stuck and end up sitting on the sofa making excuses. 

At work, im a part of a strong womens network and we were working on our video’s for #passthetorch4women and I wrote and recorded to be more of an inspiration and influencer for women to be their authentic selves, but in hindsight I need to remember to do this, it has to start with me. 

I need to be comitted to nuturing my own soul before I can be committed to inspiring change in others. 

I’m committing to myself to make more positive changes, to challenge myself and inspire myself to be better. 

Committing to be better with nuturing myself, healing my body and getting myself back in shape physically and mentally inside and out. 

I’m on a new path…of taking care of myself first and loving who I am and who I’ve become, so that I can allow love in my world and make a difference through my changes. I am going to trust myself more and listen to my body, mind and not give as much to others of myself, but support from the side as a partner. 

This may be a great new beginning. 

Timing is Everything…





You know the story, as it’s been written about in a lifetime of stories for centuries and it always starts with….Boy meets girl.

Boy makes girl smile, he makes her laugh and tells her she is pretty, smart, engaging and then, there is the chemistry. I haven’t even gotten to the similarities yet…finishing each other’s thoughts and sentences. Ahh…the beginning of a new relationship is blooming.  

I’ve met a man who makes my heart spin cartwheels, he makes me smile so often that my face hurts, and his voice calms me when I hear it. At times, it’s as if we are the very mirror image of one another in many ways. 

How is life so cruel? You meet the perfect person for you, seems to be the one, you know the one person that compliments you, the one that you didn’t even know that you were looking for and yet, you don’t have timing on your side. There are clues that something is amiss, but you call it an off moment. Then, you settle into the slow responses, or no responses,  then the long silences, and eventually, you say your “goodbyes” and all that you remember is the word “friends” being mentioned.  Then, you pick yourself up, put on your mask and step back into the world alone. Again. 

Isn’t life funny? This is simply the universe whispering to me that, “Timing is Everything.”

I reply, “Timing is a Bitch!l”






What am I doing?



Have you ever been in a long distance relationship? There are twists, turns, emotions, sadness, excitement and heightened feelings and emotions, as you try to fit everything into a small amount of time. 

You’re partner is like a dealer of love or attention, and when they pull away or don’t lend that same attention or feeling to you…you want it more. It’s a sick game that your mind plays on you, as you slip from being that once confident person to becoming the one lying on the bathroom floor or laying in an empty be night after night going over every detail to try to figure out just when you stopped being the one and turned into that pathetic, needy version of yourself. 

I’m not that person, but I can tell you from experience, I’ve been that person more than once. In all of life, I’ve never had one  homerun in life in love, where I’ve felt the comfort in knowing someone will still be waiting for me when I get home… unless you’re talking about my four legged friends. Let’s be honest, they stay because I feed them. 

In the back of my head, I always think that it is just a matter of time until this happens…the second guessing, a rough day and the day ends with one or both of you not making each other a priority. 

Things slip, you stop talking a day here, stop sharing ideas, and you both add some space to focus on work, life and etc…until it eventually fades into just friends. I don’t handle this well when I can’t see someone, and I’ve never been good at long distance relationships or relationships where one travels too much between seeing one another. 

Part of me knows this, then the other part is holding onto hope or a glimpse of this working out. It’s a cruel joke that life plays on you, especially when there are so many odds against you from the beginning. 

My core tells me that it’s about managing, “the little things” and through these affirmations daily, you can try to beat the odds, but in life there are no guarantees and all is fair in Love and war, they say. 

I want to runaway

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I’m finding my self getting that incredible stir inside of me, you know….the one that makes me spin, the one that makes me laugh…just the the one that makes me magically want to leave it all behind and escape into a foreign land, a foreign place where there is nothing, but ruins, art, new sites, adventures, new friends, and a new beginning and maybe an end to something I’m leaving behind. 

 Either way, I’m getting the urge again to travel alone on a new adventure and take a leap into the unknown soon.

Is this just being bored, not being challenged, or am I ready for a change? I don’t know yet…my mind wanders to a time where I left everything and traveled several countries alone. It was scary, it was tough at times, but the life that came from the travels were amazing and I learned a lot about myself. 

I lost my home, left my love, lost my job, lost my dog, lost a cat, lost part of myself in the transition, yet on my travels I met myself again. A new, stronger self and have never looked back at a time in my life as a better opportunity.

 I would love to say that I’ve actually found a new love in my life, yet love evades me…as it usually does. It comes during a night and sneaks out by Dawn again with only a few lingering promises of love, a future, a dream of a lifetime that I yearn for and a wish on forever. 

 I’ve heard this story a hundred times or more in my forty plus years and it always ends the same, with me in tears, left waiting and never with the outcome one had hoped. 

Life is tough for a dreamer, yet dreams only come true for those who make wishes.

xx

Happy Valentine’s Day

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I’ve gone through the emotions of a fantastic date, a great love, to en emotionally unavailable ex, a string of bad dates from a Karaoke King to a Broadway Producer, then a Diplomat, the single parent, the Angry date and there is always one common theme… I just wanted to find someone that shared the same kind of strange ideas as myself, who could talk with me for hours and that in the end, I could find a connection with.

To all of the drinks, lonely nights, sonnets written, poems, mixed tapes, and playlists in the end… I just want him to whisper in my ear that he cares, hold my hand, talk with me about life and kiss the hell out of me like he means it.

If you find one of the above, you’re a lucky person. Hold onto it because passion is rare at times when love and friendship wavers, if you’ve not found it yet, have hope as it is waiting around the corner when you least expect it.

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