Half Asleep Prayer

Lord,

  1. Renew my strength. Heal me in the broken places that I myself cannot reach or even notice are broken. Spare me, allow me to once again give you my life entirely. Give me the desire to seek you more. Help me restore my faith in you and in muself: my ambition, my desire for love and acceptance. Soften my heart that I’m able to receive the blessings you have for me without hesitation. Help me to hear you without doubt. Let your vice be clear and my soul be open. Rescue me from situations I have no business in or from things that are not like you. Cleanse my mind and my flesh so that I may feed my spirit. I desire to serve and praise you as I once did. When my mother became ill, my relationship with you gradually became ill as well. I’ve  become unhappy in many way since. I know I can’t do this without you. Bring me back in and give and give me your grace and mercy and inderatanding to honor the purpose you have for my life. Wake me up with a new mind and a new praise. Replace the sorrow with laughter. Amen 
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Sleep Paralysis 

I struggle with frequent SP, or sleep paralysis and it’s getting to a point where I’m scared to sleep at all. I understand the scientific explanation for it, but it still feels supernatural and spiritual. I’m not scared of many things, but this absolutely terrifies me. I don’t know how to overcome this. 

When I’m awake but unable to move or breathe I panic and it’s so hard to wake up. I wonder if I’ll have a panic attack in my sleep and die and no one finds me. That may be extreme, but it’s a fear nonetheless. I read articles on how to wake up and show myself that it’s a normal chemical imbalance and nothing more, but it’s hard. 

When Does This End?

Every time I think I’m better, I’m not. I held your hand while you died. My head was on your chest. I heard your last heartbeat and watched you take your last breath. Your skin turned white and cold. The muscles in your body relaxed; the nerves still twitched even though you were gone. I watched the pain go away. It gave me peace, but now I can never forget it…me kissing your face and saying, “You can go. It’s ok. We’re all going to be ok.” 

The ride in the ambulance where I said my goodbyes while being forced to sign DNR papers…having the EMT tell me “I’m sorry for your loss” before we even got out to go in the house. It hurt, but I couldn’t be upset about the inevitable truth I would face moments later. 

At least I got to say goodbye. You got to go your own way in your own time. After everyone left the house, I slept alone there that night. Most of the time I feel just as alone as I did then. Now I’m trying to move on. Slowly but surely I’m getting there, but the details of you leaving still linger. 

Who’s responsible for me?¬†

I never pray to God for companionship…maybe because deep down I feel undeserving…that my mental health issues warrant me to be single for the rest of my life because no one deserves to have to tolerate what I go through. It’s partially the reason I self sabotage any potential relationships that come my way. I feel like, “why bother”. They’re going to witness a crazy moment and leave me anyway. It’s my biggest insecurity. I never pray for a man.

I also believe that’s just something God provides in time and that we shouldn’t pray for that. He knows what we need and desire, and if and when I’m meant to have it I will. So I don’t ask. I wait to see if I’m worthy or not.

But it would be nice to have someone love me, I think. The thought of it does scare me to be honest. But someone to console, encourage and take responsibility, pride and ownership of me would be great. I think I’d like someone I could roll over to and wake up with my dreams or to just talk to when I’m hurting, confused, anxious or just needing affection. I need a new best friend now that my mom is gone…but it might be nice if this one wanted to be with me forever and give me children. I never cared for marriage, but I’m open to the idea of sharing my life, flaws, creativity and love with someone. I have a lot to give. I get tired of feeling I’m wearing my friends down with my life. I want someone to be responsible for me and my feelings and my future…someone to care about my growth as an individual and want to grow and build with me. That’s probably a lot to ask. I don’t think the idea is too much, but maybe I am. Who will claim me and all that I am as their own? 

Fed TF Up

I need a place where I can go and scream. I hate feeling like I can’t trust people and that they are unreliable when I am MOST reliable and trustworthy. I want to get back what I fucking give. I’m tired. 

Quiet.

I’m realizing more and more that I need to keep most things to myself. I’m reminded what I have a therapist for. Friends can sometimes be just as judgmental as anyone else. I learned recently that one of my friends is ashamed of my life FOR me; suggesting that I not tell a guy very important pieces of my life for fear of “loosing them”. Wow. Fuck that. If they can’t deal with a little LIFE, they don’t deserve me. It kind of hurt my feelings, but of course if I say anything, it will come off as me “trippin”…which is the reason why I often don’t tell people when they hurt me; Its automatically charged to my mental health….as if I can’t just have negative feelings like a normal person. I hate when my emotions are discredited…something a second friend did today. This is what makes me shut down at times…when I feel like I can’t talk to anyone without unwarranted critiquing. Can I ever just talk without you responding with an “solution”? Shit.