I feel like I have a lot to do right now. I am working more, now that is just QoB and The Rock and myself. That’s ok though, I’m good with that. I think before I had too much free time and I used that free time in negative ways. We are looking at doing something flexible at least until Spring. The schedule has never been so laid-back. Hell, the store has never been so laid-back. I am hoping we are going to be just fine.
I made myself the biggest ta-do list today at work. I have several doctors appointments and tests I need to set up and get written down on my calendar because well, I have missed several lately. I don’t know when it happened that I became unable to remember small things, like a date and time, from the time at the doctor’s office until I was home 20 minutes later. Probably the meds frying my brain, a little more each day as time goes on.
Seems like things might be speeding up now, but I probably couldn’t get QoB or the Big Dawg to see it. But that’s ok, because everyone, from the parents to the kids and out to the friends — everyone is processing this their own way. I am still feeling very angry and anxious, and that encapsulates more than just my parents breaking up.
That is the whole big-picture-enchilada. I am angry with so-called friends and with people who slap a label on my forehead and deem me somewhat less significant. Of course, I whined about this previously in “Because That Phrase Doesn’t Work”, so if one didn’t get enough of it in this post, there is more to be found. About how some people suck and treat you differently because you have bipolar disorder and about how you have lost all your friends.
And as stated before, there are some people that I am done.done.done with, some situations that will not ever change, and I am just worn out on trying to make certain things better, when it would require the consent and action of another human being who listens to nothing and no one, has no respect.
I truly thought I would wake up today and feel differently about aforementioned subjects. I don’t. I’m still mad as hell. I’m still cutting people out of my life. I am still mourning the fact that all my so-called friends turned out to not even be as steady in my life as an acquaintance. I would never daresay “life isn’t fair” because, well NO SHIT! I would not call myself brave or courageous because I have persevered through some hard stuff — did I really have a choice in the matter? Try or die. What a choice, right? And I am glad I chose life every time.
And no matter how hard things are, how elusive the answers seem to be, I will always, always, always be just me, just Rosa.
I went back and read this post after publishing and I am sorely wanting to take it down. It just looks ugly and disjointed to me, and I’m not sure I got across what I was going to say. I think I will leave it up, though, because I am sure I could do a lot worse, and I really need to get this stuff out there, even if I am repeating myself. Responses to comments tomorrow! I have the time scheduled in! :)