Gone Girl

Betrayed, not loved. How many times will it take for me to learn? I am crushed. Crushed by someone’s repeatedly bad behavior, their sweet words of affection that ends up in lies, and their wrongdoing towards me. I’ve told myself in the past, no more. What the fuck is wrong with me? Where the fuck is my commitment to self? Where is the love for self? How can I let someone hurt me, lie to me, betray me, and yet even to this very day tell me they want to be more than friends. I understand that I am not perfect in any sense; I am neither an angel nor the victim. I have never been innocent, but to be harassed and condemned for my own sins in the past and to see the very person commit those same wrongdoings is fucking belligerently hurtful. But I’m okay, because I deserve it. However…

I can tell you something right now, I am not a damn fool. I will become a better person because of all this. I will be wiser, smarter, and even happier. I will continue on in my pursuits and never let a slanderous half-decent person ruin my plans. I will not be here when you’re ready. I will not allow you to interject an ounce of my time. I will not be your friend, but I am not your enemy. From now on, just consider me gone.

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Deep within her

I am broken. I feel nothing and two different things at once. I feel selfish, but selfless. I feel generous, but greedy. I feel like this could be the beginning or this could be the end. But beyond crossroads, I feel pain, maybe not for the first time, but I am finally perceiving it as pain. Where have I been? Where did I hide? I buried myself so deep unto myself. I suppressed feelings. I numbed myself. I fronted. I made it look easy. I learned the hard way. In the past, I’ve put myself in positions of trauma and hurt and now I am left with scars.

Scars that I never dared to reveal. Therefore, they became scars that nobody knew I had. That is why people never see me struggle, mad, sad, angry, or fail. People think I’m “lucky”, “spoiled” or someone who just gets her way. But believe me, I have cried myself to sleep on so many nights. Trying to figure out my emotions, mistakes, failures, insecurities, and planning for my future. Trying to get answers to why things happened the way it did or why it happened to me. Fighting demons I never knew existed. Reflecting on my times when I did wrong when I should’ve done right; doing right for the wrong person or at the wrong time.

Today I realized that I am strong because of those lonely nights, because of those tears that tasted so salty when it passed me, because of my past history of being abused, because of traumatic things I’ve witnessed as a child, because of past relationships and through all of those trials and tribulations… this is who I have become.

Being heartless has left me so numb and fucked up. I want to feel again. I want to trust, love, and grow. I want a new feeling. Something beyond me, something deeper than me.

 

Ego Flip

I have been humbled by the situation and positions I’ve found myself in lately. At times when I have the least, I find myself unveiling this unconditional love for myself. Building this foundation for my growth. Reinventing my strength and courage to reach for a higher state of knowledge, experience, and life. I would also encourage others to take the same approach and reflect on your privileges when you feel less and have less.

Life has hit me for the first time in years. Today I realized that it is okay to not be okay. I learned that you don’t always win every battle. Frankly, you don’t have to win it all in order to win, you know? Don’t we all wish for a Miami Dolphins 72′ outcome for everything we wish for ourselves? It is just in our innate being to expect that result and when we don’t get it, we collapse. In the midst of my challenges, going face-to-face with my opponent, I did not collapse. Instead, I used my situation to allow me to see others more clearly.

I have been constrained by money like most Americans, most college students, and many others dealing with life. However, the difference is I am genuinely happy and my mindset can accomodate some plasticity. I have an amazing support system, a higher education experience, and a great job. I am grateful because my basic necessities are met. Moreover, living in my dream city, being walking distance to my work and clinical placement at Swedish and Harborview, and most importantly a debt-free, loan-free education. Priceless.

However, I see where many do not have the pleasure or privilege to say the same. As I reflected on my situation of living within a budget, I also saw my privileges clearer and the challenges of others got more sharper. As a public health student and aspiring nurse, I am taught to pick up those inequities and meet people where they are in life and help them build from there. Thus, in every unfortunate situation I find myself in, I always negate it because someone out there is dealing with the same thing, but may not have the support system, the education, or the resources to bounce back. These socio-economic disparities put vulnerable populations at more risk than they can understand. As someone who has connections to these resources, I am socially responsible to reflect within myself and to extend help where I can. The lesson here is count your blessings and appreciate situations that humble you. A flip of the ego will keep you grounded.

-T

Mixed feelings in a Pyrex

In the midst of 21 credits worth of homework, papers, and readings here I am finding time to express my mixed feelings swirling in my cerebral. Literally I’ve been catching myself zoning out to my thoughts because it has gotten more and more complex.

It came to me recently that I need to move out of my current apodment in First Hill because of some things that came up. I have acquainted myself to Zillow and other resources in the past few days because it is time for me to start a new beginning, find a new home or flee from the only place I know.

Come June, I have a choice to make. One that will project my next two+ years of life. Once I take the NCLEX in June-July I will also be committing to a nurse residency program or apply to any hospital as a new grad. The question is do I stay in Seattle and do the OB nurse residency program at Swedish or do I embark to another city, work as a RN, BSN and live out my life; at free will, free dom?

One of my dreams as a young girl was to move to Seattle and live in “Seattle”. As a Tacoma southend native, being 45 minutes South of the big city, I always envisioned finding myself here. In a way, I did find a part of me in Seattle, in fact even when I lived in Tacoma I would drive up for all the hip-hop and r&b shows at Showbox, Neumos, Neptune, The Crocodile, you name it. When I was younger my parents would always make the drive to go grocery shopping in Chinatown at Hau Hau market and Lam’s Seafood then we would eat Vietnamese food at Huong Binh and get banh mi’s togo at Saigon deli (the one across from Pho Bac, don’t ever get it twisted with the other Saigon deli around the corner lol).

I also worked as a CNA for a home care agency that literally sent me to client’s homes everywhere in Seattle (more like the whole damn King County). I enjoyed it so much because I met the coolest geriatrics, their pets, and their nice ass homes. I have made memories and moments last a lifetime in so many destinations in Seattle since I moved up here 4 years ago. So in a way, I always have a growing affinity for Seattle; for the food, music, culture, people, and so much more (maybe for another entry). I love Seattle, but is it time for something new? Something not Washington?

This is where my feelings are so conflicted. I do not know what to do. I want to take that leap of adventure and let myself wander into the realm of the real world, with totally new sites, and insight. I want to explore, I crave and yearn for new experiences and learning opportunities. I want to embody life and let it embark itself unto me. I want to feel the sins of the world and spread love. I want to be me. I want to be so unapologetically me for once.

Although you may not know a single ounce of me, it is okay. You never will. However, I would love to hear what you would encourage with good reason(s). Feel free to help me dissolve some of these options, and solidify a few, cause I got too many in this Pyrex glass.

If you’re listening

I am here to tell you that I am almost ready. I am in the process of finding the process. The right way will prevent egress and exhaustion and therefore, once I am invested I want to be available. Available for the tasks and duties that will occupy me. Available for the people who will react to it, and available for myself to give it my all.

I have a list of these to implement. By now you’re wondering what the hell it is, but do not feel ignored, this isn’t of secrecy, but rather of incompleteness. The void will be filled and you will all be relieved from suspense. So, if you’re still listening. I will be ready.