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Month: May 2015

4 steps to slowly get back to normal

4 steps to slowly get back to normal

 

Photograph by Ryan McGuire and laughandpee.com
Photograph by Ryan McGuire and laughandpee.com

So no-one told you life was gonna be this way CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, Friends ruined your idea of what your twenties should beeeeee….

This year has been tough. I’m not going to lie, I have been having a tough, tough time and I keep having to stop myself asking everybody to cuddle me. I feel like every time I’ve tried to do something, or get somewhere in life, I’ve been smacked in the face with reality. The reality being that the road to success isn’t a short and straight one and no matter how feel life should turn out… I don’t get to fully dictate my own destiny or anybody else’s around me.

It’s been a year of this so far:

I used to find this funny and now it’s all too real…

I know I won’t be the only person feeling like this and I also know it’s difficult to find hope so I’m writing this wee list for both myself and you. I can’t promise we’ll kick 2015’s ass but it’d be nice to gently edge out of endless self-pity. Even if just for a fleeting 5 minutes.

What’s happened has happened
Unfortunately, this mindset can’t apply to huge tragedies- they’re far too personal for me to offer advice. This is for those who have had a hard time whether it’s with partners, work, family issues… whatever. It’s happened. If you can turn it around, try. If it’s well beyond that point, it’s time to move on and accept that regardless of what you would have done differently, what’s done is absolutely done. It doesn’t matter who is right or wrong or if it’s just SO FUCKING UNFAIR, it’s done.

Once you realise that there’s no undoing what’s been done, it can be quite liberating.

Get out of bed

I work, so I get out of bed every morning. I’m actually quite proud of myself for this one. It seems menial and everybody else manages it but man, when you can’t face the day, getting out of bed is the hardest part. That being said, I climb back into bed as soon as I can. At the weekend, I tend to flop around until I have obligations (more on that in a moment). It’s a really bad habit to be in and one that needs to be kicked to the curb as soon as possible.

Let yourself wallow, play about on social media on your phone for a while but then get up and stay up. Bed is so much sweeter when it’s a the end of the day and I’ve made a point, or I’m trying to, of not going back to bed at any point in the day.

Make plans

Both short and long term plans will help you so, so much. I’ve just made plans to go to Berlin with my boyfriend in November, this means that on the days I can’t face the world, I remind myself that I have a holiday later this year. I’ve also made plans to visit a friend 2 nights from now. We’ve been friends for 10 years, it’s not emotionally exhausting seeing him but when I’m down, I avoid people as much as possible. It used to be really bad- I would only see my boyfriend and cats for weeks at a time. Staying in touch and staying active will save your mind. Having things to look forward to will save your mind or if nothing else, give you something to work towards.

Get the right amount of sleep

This is a fussy one. When I’m down, I sleep for around 10-14 hours at the weekend (see, having a job helps, I can’t sleep for that long usually). So instead of getting plenty of sleep, I recommend getting the right amount of sleep. If you know what works for your body, great, if not, experiment. Some people only need 4 hours sleep but others can’t get by on anything less than 8. Whatever works for you, make it happen. This combined with a set bedtime will work wonders.

 

I could write more but I think what I have written is achievable but not daunting. Which is what I really need right now, and maybe you do too. Achievable goals are a great place to start and the more realistic they seem, the more likely we are to pull them off.

If you don’t manage to do these every day, you haven’t failed, you haven’t fallen back into old routines – tomorrow is another chance. I’m sorry, I know that’s quite trite but it’s also accurate. This isn’t a 30 day challenge, it’s just a tiny Get Your Shit Together challenge that can be picked up and dropped at will.

The election result – apathy is a cancer

The election result – apathy is a cancer

Use your own mind, use your heart and your anger
Check yourself because Apathy is a cancer
And let your action be the answer.

– B Dolan – Which Side Are You On

So, the United Kingdom voted for the Conservatives to govern the country for the next 5 years. Everybody I know seems a little bit terrified and after 5 years of cuts and demonisation of the most vulnerable members of society. I understand, it’s horrible. I was so ill that I could barely cope with day to day life for a long time and had to have invasive surgery but I was told I wasn’t quite ill enough to receive benefits. I’ve never felt more hopeless and I fear for those who are facing the same or worst.

One of the things that helped me once I was better was helping out at my local community centre a couple of times a week. The centre also suffered cuts but they still had children’s clubs and a cook and care programme.

What I’m saying is, yes, David Cameron is a pure fanny, I quite agree with the Faslane flag. What I’m saying is honestly, we’re in a bit of a bad place for a while, or we could be. Conservatives care about small businesses and fixing the economy as fast as possible. I can actually understand it but my priorities are elsewhere. My priorities lie with helping people who are struggling due to the government, I support activism and most of all, I want to stop complaining about the government online when I could be making a real difference to my local community.

We’re all in a place of pointing fingers. If Labour didn’t do this, if No voters didn’t do that… Now is not the time. What’s done is done and it’s far more complex than cheap digs.

You can be the change you want to be in how you live your lives and not how you cast your vote . Too many armchair critics can spout the tired line of ‘people died for your right to vote’ then they ll do nothing productive or helpful for another Five years. Remember, You do have the right to vote but you do not have the right to be a cunt. Do not be deluded into thinking a wee ballot box shimmy will make everything better.

It is not as important as they would have you believe.

What is important is your friends and family and your drive and passion . Look after all of them and seeds are planted everywhere.

Speak out.  Insert pressure wherever you can .

Because no matter who gets in we all have our work cut out for us.

Mark McGhee

So, without further ado, here is how I suggest you help out:

Volunteer Glasgow  has an extensive range of volunteering opportunities from Landscaping to Befriending people who are vulnerable. These opportunities range from one day a month to 3 days a week.

Foodbanks  donate money, groceries or your time by volunteering for your local food bank.

If you have no time or money (perfectly understandable), share the information on how others can help out. Follow charity pages on Facebook and when they plea for help, share their pleas. Every little really does help.

Other than that, rally, protest, do whatever you need to do and let your anger drive you. We can joke about the Conservatives til we’re blue in the face (no pun intended) or we can actually make a difference, one little bit at a time. Being proactive is vital.

 

 

Grief in the sixth month

Grief in the sixth month

Do you wanna know how many times
I tore myself apart cos you’re not here?
-Stone Sour, Imperfect

train carriage
by Matthew Wiebe

 May 5th marks my family going into the sixth month of mourning my nan. My life since December 5th has been the same as it was before, really. I got a new job, my flat got redecorated and I put money away for a trip – new things but really, same old. All of these experiences were underlined by grief. A dark undertone that I can never quite adjust to. I’ve had a complicated life, and I have dealt with traumatic experiences but this one is completely new to me.

My go-to emotion when things get tough is anger. Angry that it’s happened, angry that I let it happen- whatever. I get angry. Anger is comfortable, you don’t need to find forgiveness or reason within anger. For a while, it softens the blow. I’m not angry about Annie’s death. I want to be. I want the sweet release, the comfort of anger but I’m not angry. Her death was too soon, and for me – a bit sudden. I knew she was ill but not so ill that I expected to never see her again after the last time I kissed her head. She was really young, only 67 and man, that stung but I made peace with that fairly quickly. I actually surprised myself. Never angry.

What I have is a serious hole in my soul. I miss my best pal so much. I miss our chats, I miss her stories, I miss how happy she sounded when she answered the phone to me. I can’t get used to the idea that she’s gone and it still fills me with so much fear. Fear that I’ll forget her voice, her smile, her stories.

My nan was both gentle and harsh, warm and stand-offish. She saved her heart for those that deserved it and didn’t bother with those that didn’t. She had so much love for our tiny family and everybody in it. She was so unapologetically real at all times and even now, that’s so refreshing to think of. She was on my side, no matter what. I couldn’t do wrong, and even if I did, it was always with good reason. Even when I was at my worst, she saw the best in me and that carried me through the most trying times in my life. She did this for everyone. I absolutely adored her, idolised her and hoped to God that she was proud of me. I’m never really one to seek approval, and I’ve lived by my own rules but I always hoped she was proud of me being that way, because she encouraged it.

After she died, I had to keep moving. I had to. She died 20 days before Christmas… I had no choice, really. I still hadn’t been shopping, I had a Christmas ball to go with, I had work to do, I had to send my nan flowers, I really needed to get round to- oh. Once the shopping was done, the formalities were out the way and work was done, I let myself feel.

I was shopping for a record for my boyfriend and The Beatles came on in store. The Beatles were played at her funeral (that I missed because I couldn’t face travelling there and back alone, 8 hours, in my own mind? I couldn’t), The Beatles were her first love and fuck I did not need to hear the fucking Beatles. But I did. And I cried on a step, in a shop, on Christmas Eve. I live in the friendliest city in the world- I was asked over and over if I was okay. That both helped and hindered the downpour until after a few minutes, I just stood and walked out. I was in a daze. It had all hit me at once and the blow was harsh.

My nan loved Christmas. Now wasn’t the time to be heartbroken- she’d want me to be happy. I carried on.

I got through the festivities – just about. The last time I saw my nan was my birthday. I wondered if I’d ever enjoy my birthday or Christmas again. I wondered if I’d ever truly enjoy anything again. I wondered if I’d be able to get through the rest of my life with this ball of sadness weighing down my stomach. I couldn’t be there for my family, I was too lost. My loss was personal and I regret not being there for others more but, I was working over New Year. Chin up.

I went to the toilet three times for a private cry at New Year. Apparently I was the life of the party. Good. I didn’t feel like it. I felt like I was leaving the last year that I’d had my nan for and entering a new one, for the first time in my life, without her. Without her phonecall at midnight. I’m glad I was fun that night, she would have been delighted.

Around the end of February, almost 3 months after her passing, the knot in my stomach eased up. I still cried every day but not for as long. I could talk about her without getting teary. I couldn’t visit her house, yet For both practical and emotional reasons. It wasn’t time and I needed to find a new job. After a couple of months the sympathy stops pouring from people’s mouths and it turns into ‘you really need to move on from this’. I’ll move the fuck on when I’m good and ready. I’m not ready. I spent 25 years loving somebody, it won’t take me a matter of months to move on from their death.

Now, I think I’m in the acceptance phase. I am accepting her loss but I don’t want to. How can I accept something so devastating? Can I forgive myself for moving on? I don’t want to forget her, I don’t want to forget our bond and I know I won’t but the fear remains.

The difference between this heartbreaking event and others I’ve experienced is, I don’t feel anger because I’m so grateful. I’m grateful that I experienced such a beautiful bond, I’m grateful that I was part of her tiny inner circle, I’m grateful that my family are so young and I had my beautiful nan around for such a long time. I’m grateful that I’ve made it through. I’m grateful for the people that took the time to hold me and listen to me. To those that checked in on me every day following her death. And I’m grateful to her.

I tend to be fairly misunderstood. People read me completely wrongly and I have no idea how to change it. Writing helps, and people reading my writing helps but then there are those that think I’m insincere. I never had to explain or prove myself to Annie. I had no money, no job prospects and for a while, no home (I stayed at a friend’s, there’s always love around me) and she still told me she was proud of me because I’d come so far in my life. Annie never once misunderstood me because we were one and the same.

Will I be okay? Abso-fucking-lutely. I have her blood in me, I’ve come so far. Will I ever get over this loss? Probably not. But the strength I gained from her unwavering love is still there so in a way, so is she.

6 months is no time at-all but I made it here and that’s something, right?