352. Cut the mustard.

This is it Loopy. You have to perform, you have to impress, YOU HAVE TO SMASH IT!!

We have a school review and various curriculum reviews coming up at work. I used to know people in charge of making these things a success. Now as Senior Lecturer, I am that person.

I need to prepare paperwork, I need to know our courses inside out, and when put before the interrogation panels, in a few weeks, I need to impress!

My head is screaming run away!! My head is screaming; ‘you will fail!!”

I’m not good enough. I’m stressed and scared. My prospects, my career and passing my probation depend on this.

I want to burn. I want to down some zopiclone, and I want to hide.

Come in Loopy, you CAN do this!!!

Loopy x

285. I’m phoning Dad.

My father has always been the more affectionate of my parents. He has tried to shower us with kisses and hugs and warmth at times, and I’ve always awkwardly recieved them, often pulling away from him.

That is how my mum reacts and that is how I’ve learned to react. It seems a little cruel to me now, that I’ve essentially shot him down so many times, despite wishing my mum would act more like him.

Psychology has helped me to realise that my father really loves me, and that I give love, much like he does. I will no longer shoot him down. I will hug him with all my might, I will phone him more, and I will end every call, with ;”I love you too Dad”.

I’ve already started, and you know what; it’s awesome…

I love you Dad!!!

Loopy x

176. Being reckless.

It’s pitch dark, chilly out, and I’ve just come back from a bike ride. I was asked the other day if I prefer the gym, or bike? I couldn’t really answer.

I prefer the gym for tracking calories burned, and the little competitive streak in me, thrives on turning my machines resistance up, just a notch above the guy or girl sweating beside me.

I favour the bike though, for sheer fun. 10 year old Tom boy Loopy rises from the ashes, and thrives on jumping kerbs, going flat out on hill slopes and leaning just a little to deep and fast into corners. On the odd occasions I can lose myself, and clear my mind, it’s magic.

Tonight though I’ve pushed my luck a little. I have no sense of direction, but something made me go down roads I’ve not travelled before. Something made me head for darkness and not care where I ended up. I was a little reckless and honestly lucky I found my way back.

I’ve been reckless lately, doing things I shouldn’t and holding back on the absolute truths of how I’m coping. My arms are a mess and my personal hygiene is crying out for a good scrub

Loopy x.

103. Reality check.

I’m getting out of here on Wed and I’m not ready.  The reason I’m not ready has hit me like a ton of bricks.  My relationship is broken. I can’t go back to my life the way it was before.  I shoulder all the responsabilities in our lives, I pay all the bills, do everything of importance with little man, do all the worrying about rent, and utilities and Christmas gifts and family phonecalls and trips out and nights in and basically every little thing in our lives is managed by me, and I can’t do it anymore. I have a stressful job, I can’t drive which only adds to my daily stress. I commute with a screaming toddler on rush hour trains and I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE.

When I pass off some of the tasks they don’t get done.  19 months I’ve been hassling OH to sort out childcare vouchers and the deadline is Oct 4th and he still hasn’t done it!!.  Over two years I’ve been bugging OH to make a GP appointment because he is always tired and esentially absent from our lives and HE STILL HASN’T DONE IT. I’m so lonely at times….

I don’t want to go back.  Tonight the ill side of my brain is telling me to try and hang myself so that they’ll keep me here longer.  How messed up is that!!!!!!  I’m feeling suicidal because the thought of facing all the problems that are on the outside terrifes me.  There is too much stress in my life, too much respoonsability, too much hardship trying to cope with everything with a visual impairment, too much self loathing of how I look which OH has contributed to through is absence in our relationship, and I’m petrified that little man may have ASD.  I can’t drive him to appointments or to creche or to where ever he needs to go.  So I’ll have to walk in pouring rain and gusting winds, brave public transport and basically just muddle through like I always do.  I CAN’T DO IT ANYMORE…………………………

What the hell do I do now????

Loopy x.