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Saturday, January 28, 2012
#3/5 free assignment from Jen
Thoughts abour Death & Legacy
Death: Group writing topic Dec, 2011
When I die I believe I don’t go to heaven. I never contemplated it much. I definitely do not believe I go somewhere concrete or tangible. The idea of “me”, myself, Micaela being gone forever has always given me the chills and urked me to my core since I was a little girl. Honestly, I believe that when I die I am gone forever, not existing anywhere. If I were aware that I was going to die, I would tell myself my soul was finally going to be at peace. The idea that exists in my mind stronglu feels that I would be void of existence or occupation of any place.
Legacy
This is the thing that scares me or perhaps saddens me the most about death and even bothers me as I live. I fear so much, almost to my detriment that no one will remember me past a few generations when I die- that is unless I do something that is extraordinary or written in history books for all too see. Only then do I feel like I have left a legacy. The people whom I believe have a legacy are those who have changed the world for better or for worse. I don't exactly envision that happening for myself. Legacy is regal legacy is rare and sacred for those who lead lives that are so vastly unique and hard to come by. With the path I am on now I am not creating a legacy for myself. I dont feel I have the power to create a legacy. I am passively or have passively been killing myself for the past few years, that doesnt usually result in legacy or rememberance--just a short lived life thats forgotten as fast as it was lived.
Assignment #1/5 My choice topic assignment from Jen
Treatment Motivations:
My motivation to get treatment this time feels so vastly different than any other time I have been in treatment (thank god). Oddly, not so much because of the legal trouble I got in but because I have firmly and securely realized that If I were to keep my eating disorderà I am never going to be happy. Yes, I may be able to be skinny and get the attention I feel I need. Yet, forever will I be drained and depressed, ashamed and will lack the desire to live. I will forever punish myself for the talents wasted and lost.
I desperately want this Ed to go away because I want to be happy, not only because it affects me, because it affects my relationships with those I love. I want to love them and be able to show it, for them to feel it- not only do they deserve it but because they have always stood by me with unwavering support for my recovery… They deserve nothing less.
I also want to get better because once again I want to experience pride in my life: I want to pursue my talent in running, and I want to become a teacher. I want to have the potential to effect someone’s life, and dreams the way some teachers did for me. There is something different this time. That alone excites me.
11/22/11 Rainrock
I want to give up this eating disorder so that I can leave this world knowing ive broken its chain-knowing I am capable of such a feat. But I am still not sure if I want to live. I want to accomplish the death of my ED, but I don’t think that necessarily means that I will have the strength left within me to want to exist thereafter. I love my boyfriend, I love my family- But I doubt my ability to exist in the outsidew world without again being drawn into the depths of my addictions. I know that if I were to do that it would hurt-no, devastate those around me and of course myself. I don’t know any different life besides that of destruction. It feels engrained-written in my bones: robbing me of the chance and ability to change. Its also my love-my black love. That is what is destined to kill me.
Soul 11/21/11
What my soul really wants is to be taken care of. All the little things, people who love me, surrounding me making sure I am safe at night, offering me breakfast in the morning. All of those little things kids get from their parents that for some reason or not I never felt I got enough of as a child.
My soul craves to be remembered, not to be forgotten, cherished not abandoned. Those are all things I seek with having my eating disorder. My soul wants friendship[ and longlasting meaningful connections with people. It doesn't want anything extravagant or outlandish... Just something human.
Friday, January 27, 2012
11/12/11 Relationship with Food and People
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Second day of Summer
I want to be happy but with each day that passes and i feel less and less and the possibility that maybe i never will be or are ever meant to be happy seems more certain. it makes me wanna give up.
This morning I went out to smoke a ciggarette and on the bench on our porch was a flyer for some college. Seeing it made me wonder if I might want to go back to school. I grabbed my phone and started searching for online graduate degree programs, but as soon as I started looking thoughts cam streaming into my head at a mile-a-minute saying: "you cant go back to school look what happened when you went to law school, you were too sick to continue", and "why would u apply for a masters in education program your mean and impatient you couldnt possibly do a good job"... I hate those thoughts. the thoughts all come from events that have happened in my life or from things people have said to me. Theyre paralyzing.
Ah! there's the tear, fell down at the stroke of the key starting with P-ending-in-G.
Paralyzed I am.
-- I just want it all to go away and to do things im proud of again to be something other than a deadbeat. Then when the shitty events start to rain down on my life I can sit back and relish and relax in the fact that Im doing something right... I am something 'right', something 'good'..