Clearing The House

Well guys, I'm kind of back. Depression eats at me almost constantly so I pretty much just sleep or watch the little tv in my room. I decided that wasn't okay so I joined a gym to be able to keep myself busy and I had been volunteering out at the animal shelter. Yesterday Mom came by to take me to buy new jeans since all of mine have holes in them and I realized my house was filthy. My water had been off for a day (which by the way was not the reason for the ickiness, I had just been too depressed to deal with it) and by the time Mom and I got back the water was back on. As she was leaving she said, "Well, now that your water is back on maybe you can get some cleaning done," in that polite I don't want to hurt your feelings but this crap is unacceptable kinda way moms have of saying things.

After she left I looked around and realized that it really was completely unacceptable. "I really let my mother enter this house! Holy crap!!! This kind of filth should be against the law!" I was appalled! I started thinking about when the whole mess started piling up and I realized that when my stuff was stolen, even though I thought I was doing okay, I started sliding down that depression mountain. Then when my first love told me that even though he had once agreed to having an open relationship with me he wasn't sure he wanted any kind of relationship with anyone then turned around and told me he was bringing some girl from California to his house for 2 weeks killed me. My fighting spirit told me not to show anyone how much I was hurting so I decided to just keep myself busy and not think about the things that were hurting me.

During the day, as long as I wasn't home I was great. I smiled all the time and felt like my life was great, but at night and when I stay home that's when things get rough. At night I lay in bed and this weight drops onto me. It's a familiar darkness that says, "Hey, I knew you would come back sometime. Remember all the bad things that have happened? Your Gram isn't here to protect you anymore or make it better. People take advantage of you all the time and purposely set out to hurt you," and all I can do is lay there and cry and wish things were better. It got bad enough that one of my really close friends told me I should really consider going back to the doctor and asking to be put back on anti-depression medication. I woke up this morning thinking today is the day I will make it better, starting with getting rid of the filth in this house.

Well I haven't quite finished the task, there are still dishes and laundry to do and vacuuming as well, but I started. That's what's important. When I took the trash out I imagined carrying that darkness out with it, telling it it isn't allowed near me anymore. I imagined washing all the natural and supernatural gunk out of my clothes when I did the few loads of laundry I succeeded at doing today. It's hard to be in this house, I'm not going to lie and say that everything is hunky doorie, but I'm trying and I'm fighting; that means something to me. I refuse to give up and let that inky darkness take over my life. So I'm clearing out the house physically and metaphysically in the hopes that it will help lift my depression. Of course if things keep getting bad I'll see a doctor, if I still have insurance, but for now I'm trying and that's what matters. Remember guys, if you're depressed, it's all about the fight. Are you going to be one of those that listens to the lies the darkness tells you or are you going to fight back? Every bad situation has a good side to it, even if you have to look really hard for that good side. Believe me I know it's hard... at times I can't think of anything except "Please just make the pain go away," but it always does, it just takes time.

Blog news: I'm going to start putting reminders on my phone to do my Friday Confessions because I've been terrible about doing them and I apologize for that. On the 17th my little bloggy home will be participating in another blog tour with TLC book tours. And I'm going to try to write more often than I do now. Blessings to you all.

Update on Stolen Computer

Okay, this is a fairly long story so I'll try to just give you the most important information. I had a guy living in my spare room here at my new house that I had known when he was a kid. He said he wanted to straighten his life out and I recognized some of the things he'd been through because I'd been through them too. Well a couple days ago he left with one of his friends and I noticed the computer was missing. I asked him if he knew where it was, thinking maybe he had put it in his room or something like that and he said it should have been in the living room. I searched the house high and low and couldn't find the computer. So I asked him if he and his friend could come back to the house to help me figure out what was going on. That was at 2 in the afternoon on the 2nd. By 9:30 that night he still hadn't shown up so I went to the police. The computer is still missing, and last night when I came home from having dinner with my parents around 9:30 pm I found my tv, xbox 360, all the xbox games, and my ipod missing as well. He had come in through my bedroom window and carried everything out. So far my first love and I haven't been able to track the kid down. Thankfully Princess was okay, I was okay, and Mom loaned me a computer. I just hope my first love can find this kid or this kid has a huge issue with his conscience so my stuff will be returned. Thank you all for your prayers and energy I really appreciate it.

UGH!

My laptop was stolen the other day, then my TV, xbox 360 elite, all the xbox games, and my ipod were stolen too. So Mom is going to let me borrow her desktop computer for a little while but man am I so frustrated!!!! I'm at Mom's right now on her laptop so I'm gonna end this and I'll update later.