If it wasn’t for this goddamn ringing

 

I always have a constant ringing in my ears. We’ve been companions for as far back as I can remember. It’s usually quite soft, to the point where if my brain is otherwise engaged, I’m not entirely sure if I heard it during that time in retrospect. I’ve been paying closer attention lately, and I would swear it’s getting louder.

Perhaps my brain is about to explode 🤔 I almost wish it would.

Siiiiiiiiigh-uh

What a pickle. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve followed up a sigh with a “fuck” in the last four to five days. Baking cinnamon rolls [sigh] “fuck.” Pulling chicken apart [sigh] “fuck.” Showering [sigh] “fuck.” You know, normal things people generally sigh and whisper “fuck” whilst doing. I can tell you it has been enough times that I’ve been asked by multiple people if I’m okay. Which I am…I think, aside from having an overactive brain with a highly developed, yet completely irrational, imagination. I don’t think it’s entirely my fault this time. But that’s neither here nor there and absolutely irrelevant, I suppose.

The full moon is heavy tonight. I was practically drowning in it last night. I was an absolute, blubbering mess. I stopped taking birth control about two months ago. There were a number of reasons. I don’t really want to go into all of them, but the point is I’m super hormonal. As soon as I stopped, my cycle almost immediately got back on track. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying my body’s coming home to its natural rhythms. I was quite pleased to find I have a Red Moon cycle, but let me not go off on a tangent. Point is I’ve been a ball of raw emotion the last two days. My insides feel like they’ve been man-handled with sandpaper.

On the whole, I am excited about the next six months. I’ve put all of my distractions on the back burner. It’s crunch time. My time. I’ve spent the last 17 years putting myself last. No one forced me to. It’s my love language, I guess, and I love hard and deep (like your mom). Because of that, I need someone equally nurturing. That is not what I have. So I guess the intention for the next six months is going to be all about releasing. Because I’m slowly dying from spiritual, emotional, and mental malnourishment.

I’m not looking forward to telling the husband I’m done with this shit. He’s not a bad guy. He’s a great guy. Just not great for me. I don’t like hurting people. It’s almost unthinkable for me to hurt someone I care about. We’re destroying each other softly, and it needs to stop. We both deserve better than that.

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December 30, 2020

I love how you beautifully put your words. You’re a wonderful writer. I’m sure you already know this.

 

As for ringing. I have it also but don’t always notice it. My husband however has it daily and it bothers him. His hearing isn’t so great. Something I think you should look into. He didn’t even know but I noticed. Ringing in your ears is something you shouldn’t wait to take care of. (I’m one too talk because I’m still not taking care of mine) but if you’re stubborn and don’t want to get checked. Background noise helps. TV, Music, Fan at night…

 

December 30, 2020

@pennocking thank you. That’s the rumor. I don’t see it myself, but I appreciate that others think so 🙂

Thank you. I know. I know. It’s just not high on my priority list. I know it’s likely tinnitus. I’m almost always listening to something, so it doesn’t really bother me. I’ll get it looked at, at some point.

December 30, 2020

@zombieinfusedtea

No, I know what the sighing and F-bombs are about. I declined an opportunity to possibly dip my toes in the flaming hot tendrils of an old, practically ancient, flame. For multiple reasons (and none of which include lack of desire), the main one being a strong sense of integrity and obligation.  I might have lost my chance. Only time will tell, I guess, and I hate waiting. It was the right decision, but I’m not at all happy about it.

December 31, 2020

@zombieinfusedtea what will be, will be, thank you 😊