Thursday, November 11, 2010

30 Days of Truth: Day 1

Thirty Days of Truth

Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.

That I can’t walk, or swim in the sea, or dance about wildly, like I used to. I don’t mention it on here often. Well, surreptiously or cryptically I do, but that’s not what this blog is about and I don’t want it to become about that either, so it won’t. For anyone who is confused and wants to read the whole sorry story, go to The Tragedy Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. For this prompt, though, I must. It’s just that, when I saw this first 30 Days of Truth topic, it was the first thing I thought of. And I promised myself I’d try to write about the first thing that came to mind.

So, yes, I hate not jumping out of bed in the morning to have a shower, walk down the passage, make some tea. I hate not being able to drive down to the seaside, willy-nilly, just because I feel like it. To feel the sand between my toes, to body surf in the frizzing, frothy waves. Swimming. I hate not feeling water over my entire body, that weightlessness. I hate never being alone. And I hate feeling alone.

And I hate that I can’t do anything about it. Helplessness has always been way up there on my list of things I don’t like. I have always been particularly intolerant of people who insist on acting helpless. Maybe this is my lesson?

I could go on but it’s all the same stuff I hate not being able to do, both the everyday and the not-so-everyday. So I’ll stop it just there because it opens the biggest, blackest hole in me that makes me frightened. And I hate that.


allie said...

Brave brave post.
It frightens me even to think about how things are your world.
But you!
You astound me.
Ole, girlfriend, ole!

allie said...

Just thinking -
Would it help if your followers did this with you?
We could soul-bare together :-)

Angela said...

Yes, you are brave to talk about your dark feelings, but no, I am not pitying you. I admire you for (most of the time) not hating but laughing. We are meant to feel joy, no matter what obstacles (and I know you have trees) lie in our way. I think you have learned your lesson, if that was yours.
Oh, how I wish I could touch you and say, get up and walk! I`d love to send you all the energy I have, till I am drained out like an empty bag, if that could do it.
But if it won`t work that way (maybe modern medicine will one day find a way), I´ll be sitting near you, laughing with you. Is that okay?

Shiny said...

Allie - thank you. You're welcome to join me! Only two days in and it's proving to be a mind-opening experience. This soul-baring thing is not for the faint-hearted!

Geli - that's perfect.


Rambler said...

I can finally log back into blogspot, and am doing some catch-up...

such an incredibly vulnerable post and not a part of you that's often revealed. You're just beautiful.

I miss you


Shiny said...

Oh, I miss you too. Come and visit? xxx