

via Channing Tatum apparently
my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn’t be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
– instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
“This is all your fault’
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there’s been a lot
of yelling – and crying
SO,
lately, I’ve been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut’s plush leather chair
that’s always open for me
~ and just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
nodded
said didn’t know
if could live with
either of them anymore
“my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,
lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
‘just can’t live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,’
sighed
my gut smiled and said:
‘in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,’
was confused
– the look on my face gave it away
“if you are exhausted about
your heart’s obsession with
the fixed past and your mind’s focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out.’
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
“what took you so long?’
by John Roedel
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It’s been just about a year since I detached my retina and had to get emergency eye surgery. Still in awe on how the surgery was an out patient surgery and I didn’t have to stay in a hospital. Still remember the colors and the floaters in my eye as my eye was repaired. The weeks of lying and sleeping on my stomach Binge listening Severance while trying to picture the show in my mind as it was being described to me.
Most importantly, I thought that this was the shock that my body and mind needed to get out of the depression spiral that I been in. I thought that I had finally broke free of the thoughts that kept me isolated and alone. I could become the person that I was before; the person that my friends knew and loved.
Was I like Icarus and flew too close to the sun? Going to see my mom after a six year estrangement, I thought I had prepared myself for any situation and had the right numbers and names for support. But if I learned anything in that weeks stay with mom was even more ways to hate myself and to be alone.
I was shaken, but I thought that I could still survive; I still had therapy help keep me afloat. Until they told me that there was nothing more that they could for me after 20 years.
And it quickly went down hill from there. Aunt Jackie death, the bills, the work layoffs. the world itself. But I think the one true event was the return of gift for a new baby. I think that’s when I realize how not worth saving that I am. How foul, putrid, and poisoned that I am. And if I didn’t have the strength to end my life, the best thing to do is to quarantine myself from the world that I know.
I have this weighted blanket that I sleep with at night. When I first got it, it was a substitute for having someone close to me at night to fight off the loneliness. Now I use it to cover my head to ensure that there is darkness all around me and no light will reach me. The question is; was it worth it to fix my eye if I’m hiding from seeing the light? Would it have been better to just be in eternal darkness, at least in one eye?
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I really need to stop doing the same mental self harm to myself.
It’s much easier just to do it physically instead…
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I’ve officially got a haircut. That groundhog ain’t got nothing on me.
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#TrueFloatNapa #BaskinsRobbins
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