left in drafts for several months

 Well it's halfway through 2022 already. I can't believe it. I sometimes think about what I thought this year would hold and I can honestly say it's been none of it. Has it been a bad year? Not necessarily. Has it been a good year? Also no. It's been a chaotic neutral if anything. It has been difficult coming up with enough students, especially since I can no longer do dealings with Russians. They were a strong source of income. This war has been quite an experience. I've gotten hate for being a Russian sympathizer which is not accurate at all. I love the people there but I don't love the government that they are stuck under. Mostly I get responses from people asking why I like it there still and if I would be stupid enough to go back. The answer is still yes. I still like it there, I still want to go back. A calling is a calling and nothing that happens can magically change that. The war has devastated me. I've been at a loss for words most of the time it's happened and if people ask me about it too much, I will often want to just cry. I don't hate Russia for what's going on. I hate Putin. It's not the same thing. I feel loss. Loss in being able to go there. Loss in the lives of many Ukrainians and Russians. Loss in the way Russians are now treated. It's hard to watch and there's nothing I can do about it. I see a lot of similarities between my old church and this situation. There is one extremely toxic man who is hurting and destroying people. I see a board/EU/NATO who see exactly what's happening but are too spineless to ever actually do anything to stop it. There's too much effort put into appeasing the aggressor and no accountability is being seen at all. It's disgusting. I don't understand why I see so many men who are absolutely incapable of growing a pair. Why is it that women have had to step in and say that something is wrong? This makes no sense and is not how we were designed at all. I'm sick and tired of it. Be a man and stand up for what's right! Why on earth do I  have a bigger pair than you!? 

A Loss Of Perspective

 It seems I have a bit of a cycle between writing regularly for a while and then disappearing for a year or two. I’m not sure how healthy or unhealthy it is but alas… it’s who I am. A fair amount has changed in the last 3 years. I was a nanny for several years. I stayed with the Ally’s for about a year until I was in a pretty bad car accident. I’m pretty sure they think it’s my fault it happened and that I was endangering their kids. Not accurate but here we are. Following that, I ended up nannying for another family for a few years. A baby girl and three year old with cerebral palsy. It was a good time of healing and growth despite periodic arguments. It’s hard when you and the mom are very similar. However, the pandemic struck and she was no longer working in the school and therefore didn’t need me. It was a difficult position. I missed seeing the kids every day. Seeing the world with fresh young eyes. The world still has so much wonder when you’re young and it’s good to be reminded of how you saw it once before. I don’t currently work with kids anymore and in some ways I’ve lost that mindset. The California poppies turning the mountains a vibrant orange. The rain being a mystifying thing that comes from the clouds and is an occasion for your fun rain boots. Being excited to wake up from your nap and see what activity is next. This was obviously a loss when it came to an end. I later realized I was facing another loss, my ability to leave this country. I have missed multiple events in Russia due to the border closure. I began to feel trapped despite the large size of the country and became quite depressed. I’m aware that everyone else also gave up this freedom, though most use it for a quick vacation and then move on with their lives. To suddenly have a lifeline ripped from me was destroying me to say the least. I realized just how much Russia had become a part of me, my identity and mindset. The borders have opened up again and I’ve started to feel I can breathe again even if my visa expired during the closures. I know that I’m going through the process of renewing it and will soon be back on track. 2020 brought a lot of pain and change for everyone between losing loved ones from death and losing them to a national divide over vaccinations. 2021 was viewed as a chance for the old way of life but she has only proved to bring new issues of her own while keeping the old ones. Here’s hoping 2022 finally brings some relief though few of us still hold that hope. Not as hopeful or positive of a post as I would hope for but there’s something cathartic about getting your thoughts out in writing. Perhaps it will become a form of therapy once again.

Seasons of Change

I've been so incredibly busy this year and so much has changed. I haven't a moment to breathe and write. The beginning of the year was devoted to helping take care of my Aunt Tina until the night that she passed. It's still something that regularly weighs on my heart. Seeing the pain she was in when she was such a godly and loving woman. How can that ever be ok? Seeing and hearing the pain she was in just applying lotion to her dried out skin. How will cancer ever be ok? The answer is, it wont. It wont ever be ok that people have suffered at this level. It wont ever be something that I can come to terms with no matter how many times I have to watch it. My life and many other lives have been permanently changed. Literally the same day that my aunt passed, I met the kids that I would begin to nanny. They have quickly and fully become family. They have changed my life for the better in a time when I desperately needed it. I lost an aunt who I loved and valued deeply. I became a mother to my cousin. I finally decided to leave a very toxic workplace. Then came the Ally's, my lifeline. I finally have a healthy work environment that I love and look forward to going back to. I have skipped my first English Camp this year. We moved it to the fall instead of spring and I thought it would be hard on me that Im not going but honestly I'm so glad I said no. I spent probably about 3 months in Russia already this year and I'm burnt out from hopping back and forth. I need to find a system that can support that habit without totally draining me. I was in Russia for the summer and while there were a lot of awesome moments, there were also a lot of hard moments. I think it really changed my mindset and relationship with Russia. I don't think things will continue to be the same. I have no issue with the current ministries that I have partnered with in the past but perhaps I am beginning to be called in a different direction. It terrifies me and excites me to see that God is continuing to work with Russia and to begin to wage war with an entire country and culture. Bring it on.

No One

For many people it’s not worth their while to hide everything they’re dealing with. For others, they use everything they have in them to keep people from noticing. I’m the second. I grew up in an environment where I mostly had to raise myself. I had to be self sufficient at a very early age. My sister had pretty severe learning disabilities and a serious mental disorder. My parents had their hands full trying to take care of her. So I was mostly left to figure this out for myself. I learned quickly not to be an extra burden and to keep my problems to myself. I don’t blame my parents, they did what they had to do. Somewhere along the lines I took this mindset too seriously. I can not burden others with my problems. I need to be the strong one. Always ready to help others. I learned how to turn off my own emotions and my own needs for whatever I perceived as the greater good at the moment. What was once a coping skill and a defense against my situation, soon became a serious hinderance. I don’t know how to depend on anyone else. I don’t know how to not be guarded. Every time I’ve been open and honest, I’ve been burned. I survived my childhood mostly on my own,  I can survive adulthood the same way. I know I can get myself trough most things. What happens when I’m too burned out to be strong? What happens when I’m the one who needs help? Where do I turn to? Who can I really trust? No one. I am alone.

Breakthrough

A breakthrough in the psychiatric world is not necessarily a positive thing. To the general public it means something exciting has been discovered. For a psychiatric patient, it means your symptoms are breaking through the barrier your medications put up. This is something to always keep an eye out for as it can have consequences. Recently I was unfortunate enough to have a breakthrough with my medicine. It becomes so difficult to think straight. All you can focus on is your level of anxiety and depression. Everything becomes so clouded. Yes I used to deal with this daily before, but I'm not used to it anymore. It feels so much worse when you're no longer prepared for it. You begin to feel like you're losing your mind. However you feel the need to resist that fate and try to come out alive. It's all consuming and absolute pure torture. Your life falls apart before your very eyes all within your mind. You can't see a way for your misery to ever stop. So you take more medicine than before, just hoping that will somehow calm your mind.... and wait. 

A Crisis Of Reality

It's been several months since I've gotten on medication. The confusion has passed and I'm fully experiencing normal. However this was an earth shattering process for me. Once the first couple weeks passed and my body adjusted to my new levels, it was time to start processing everything. See it's a very strange experience to have everything in your mind change but everything around you hasn't changed at all. You start to see the world with a new clarity and calmness that you never had before. For me personally, that was extremely rattling. I had a crisis of sorts. Suddenly I started to see what normal people felt and lived like. I was in shock and so frustrated. Is this what you people live like!? It's a paradise! You have it so incredibly easy! I had to fight every single day to deal with the most basic issues. I had horrible anxiety over insignificant things. Confession: I had a full blown anxiety attack over the wrong dickens village being set up at our house. Normal people don't deal with these problems. I had to live my whole life with this undiagnosed while people enjoyed easier lives. Why had I waited so long to get help?  It's hard to understand just how crazy you were thinking until you take the meds and you're not thinking crazy anymore. It was a several month process for me to stop and look at every aspect of my life and decide exactly how I perceived them now. It was time to realize what was anxiety talking previously and what was reality. This rattled me to the core as I fought with my new logical reality and the chaos I left behind. It's hard to realize that only you are changing.

Passing Through The Tunnel

Adjusting to a medication you'll probably take for the rest of your life is a strange thing. The transition period is nothing I expected. Yes I knew there could be nausea and such while I was adjusting but I still was unprepared. What I experienced was nausea to where I was barely eating, jaw clenching where I thought I'd break a tooth, and so tired that I just wanted to sleep all day. The worst side effect by far was the foggy feeling. I wasn't able to process anything. Everything was through a long tunnel of me straining to process what was happening around me. My ability to translate Spanish back into English in my head was gone. With no cut and dry answer to what would be permanent side effects and what was temporary, this was incredibly discouraging. Would this be my new reality? If this low level of processing was how people normally lived, I didn't want any part in it. I preferred the anxiety. I decided to try half of the dose and saw a slight lightening of side effects but not enough to satisfy me. However I talked to others who take it as well and they encouraged me to push through. With each new day, the side effects slowly started to dwindle and the dark foggy tunnel slowly started to pass. After about two weeks I had returned to my new normal though I was unsure of what all that would mean. How did I know if I had reached normal or if I needed more or a different medicine?