Yep.

So we got the money back from the company that tried to scam us.

I’m surely happy about that.

We are currently looking for something more suitable (regarding housing).  We have had to start all over again.

I’m sick of the application fees and process, and the fact that everybody acts like you need a secret password to get accepted into their shit-hole house or apartment. 

They don’t even know how much better their property will be after I get to it. I am an artist, and I WAS a professional interior/exterior painter and decorator for almost 8 years, before I had my kids…so yeah you guys are ridiculous. I can make anything look like Better Homes and Gardens.

We did get accepted for another house; but we declined to rent it, because they were charging us too much for having cats.. “pet fees.”

If you have pets nowadays and want to rent affordably, you can pretty much forget about it. Now you’ll be paying $150-300 upfront on an animal deposit, and at least $15-30 bucks a month for each pet you have, on top of it, just for having the animal in the first place.

Joy. Joy. 

I’m seriously considering finding homes for all 3 of my cats (I don’t want to); because obviously when you have pets and are renting, you are punished for what every other irrresponsible pet owner has ever done before you. 

And that’s how I feel about it.

That’s not us, so fuck you; is what I think. You’re supposed to paint and replace the carpet anyways, and that’s rarely even done, Ffs. I’m NOT paying animal rent AND an animal deposit; for cats that are well-behaved and don’t ruin stuff… Not happening.

The past week has totally sucked in every facet.

I pretty much don’t even want to think about it, but I have to.

The only good things about this last week; up until now; have been the fact that we are still sober (4 months, 13 days), T and I are still together, and we are both safe.

I hope in the end, we will manage just fine. I’m still glad to be away from the people and the BS, of our former neighborhood.

Silver lining, I guess.

I wonder what this day will bring, and if I can get through it with Grace.

Loving that little girl inside of me today, because she’s a little scared, and her wings are really tired.

J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME

I tell myself again today, to live in the moment…before it is gone forever…..

Today is what I make of it. It’s impossible to live today, if I’m living in tomorrow or yesterday.

I have been in better spirits; but I am sober and still alive;  I guess that’s all that really matters, considering.

The sarcasm and anxiety I expressed yesterday, was exactly that. It was warranted completely; a company is basically trying to take our money illegally; so I can’t apologize for yesterday’s post, and the colorful, rainbow fucks that WERE definitely given.

My Brooklyn took over.

I’m pretty sure that even Oprah has opened up a huge can of F bomb on occasion, to save her own Oprah sanity. 

I am NO Oprah; and I am well aware of this fact….just sayin’.

I’ve come to some hard conclusions about life the last days, and it’s just not worth it to play the “I’m fine” game, when there are certain things, that I am far from being fine on, like people stealing from us, when we are trying to get our lives together and fully healthy. Also it just isn’t worth not venting openly in some form, especially when I’m writing to heal myself from the inside out.

For what it’s worth, I’m still glad I am off the synthetic meds and stopped the alcohol, even though I have the ups and downs.

At least I can actually feel now, and it makes it easier to know what my core emotions are, and where they come from. I felt like the meds were just masking my symptoms, but they were never really controlling them. I don’t know if I’ll ever have that kind of life where I’ll just power through hard things, without emotion, and in full control. MOST times I hate that I feel at all; but I know that if I don’t, I’ll just be an empty shell; as I’ve said before, that’s not a life I want anymore for me.

I don’t think you can cure me with a pill or a drink or a shot. I think the only thing that’ll truly work for me is a labotomy, and I simply can’t find anyone to do it, that I can afford OR trust. LOL.

I hate the fact that you can see my damage in my eyes, and on my face. I can erase the lines on my face easy enough; but the eyes NEVER lie. It is hard for me to look into them sometimes, because I don’t much know how to fix it so it doesn’t remind me of the past, and all the things I have come to hate and realize about myself.  I don’t want to live there anymore, and IT IS a daily battle to overcome.

I guess I’m coming to terms with the fact that I need to find a psychotherapist that can actually help me. Someone that won’t try to put me on pills to fix me; but will actually help me cope with the way that I was made naturally, AND the trauma that I tend to carry around like a best friend with VIP access to the worst version of me.

Everyday I realize that I am not in control of my emotions. I would like to find a way to be able to properly think something through, before reacting negatively or overreacting.

I also think I need anger management. I have rage and bitterness in me, that needs to be addressed, and I don’t want to be angry or hurtful to anyone at all. It doesn’t look good on me.

I do not have the coping mechanisms that I am supposed to have, and it is hard to feel peace full-time, when you know that you are not at your best. 
I don’t know what my best is; but I do know that I have to keep fighting to find it. Just being sober simply isn’t enough for me anymore.

I also know that there will always be things to work on regarding myself, and there are always new goals to meet and to work for. 

Today I hope for a good day, with some good juju sprinkled on top. We have proof we paid the money, and so I surely hope we will get it back, as we should.

I am trying my hardest to not be afraid of the unknown, and to embrace it. 

I blame myself for my own failures, and noone else. It IS hard for me to trust fully though, due to direct contact with people like this asshole we are dealing with now, and otherwise generally assholish others.

In the end, I know in order to keep moving forward, this moment is all that matters, and so I’m refocused to just take it as it comes…it’s really all any of us can do anyways.

Love yourself every day, even if you don’t think you deserve it. You are the only one that can decide that you are worthy.

You are worth love, and you are worth forgiveness.  You are worth a better life.

Forgive yourself daily if you have to, and don’t give up.

I hope your day is wonderful. Also I wanted to let you know, that I do not own automatic weapons or guns of any kind, and I am not planning on it;  your sides of beef are totally safe. 😉

{This ain’t a scene, it’s a god damn arms race}

Gotta’ love the *Disclaimers. ^^^^^^^ 😉

Laters.

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

No simple way, so I’ll F bomb some…There’s the warning…

You just have to love my ridiculous blog names, if nothing else. LOL *rolls eyes.

There are NO “simples” in my life AT ALL.

Every single thing I try to do has a process, or a sub-process of a process that I have to do, before I can ever get anything fucking done. It’s seriously just like math, which I cannot stand AT ALL.

It’s frustrating. It’s draining. It makes me want to bash my head into a tree and fire automatic weapons at sides of beef. 

No joke.

If that makes me sound crazy and stressed out, then I have made my point. 

It just never ends. 

It’d be fine if it was like 35% of the time all fucked up; but I’m riding on a high 80-90% average; and seriously, I’m just done with it.

I do not know why extremely shitty people of the world, seem to get everything with minimal effort, and skate on through life like they don’t give a shit about anyone or anything; and I have to play nice with God and keep tumbling through life feeling like a plastic bag in the wind; even though I’m putting in every effort I can muster.

I mean, COME ON.

Even when every single thing is in order, there is ALWAYS a glitch that creates MORE full-on anxiety and days of worry. 

Really it’s nothing 20 grand and a fucking break wouldn’t fix. 

WTF is that?

I don’t know what breaks are at all.  The only “breaks” I’ve had, have been the times I checked into the psych ward. 

Enough said.

NO, I’m not whining. I’m pissed off and tired of fucking bullshit and life’s bullshit, and the way you need money, money, money for fucking everything, and there’s just NO end to it.

It seems that clawing and scratching my way through is the only thing that ever gets me anywhere. 

I don’t know how to be OK with that.

My brain really can’t take it much longer, and I’m tired of the struggling.

Picking up the pieces of a broken life is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, besides my son dying. TRUTH.

At the moment I feel calm; but I’m just waiting for the NEXT fucked up thing to happen. 

Seriously.

Trying to love myself; because I know if I don’t, I’ll fail for sure. 

3 days of more waiting. 

Friday can’t come soon enough.

I’m running out of air, and it is thick.

I’m super stoked for the rest of the day.

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

I Believe in ME.

I find myself every day. The smallest pieces click together more than not, and make me stronger.

I am blessed for the things I do have… and I am grateful everyday for the people in my life, whom I love. 

I no longer believe that I cannot achieve my goals; it is simply all about what I will do to achieve them. 

It is easier to have faith in myself when I know I am doing whatever I can to move forward, and not wasting time on things that don’t matter.

It doesn’t always go as planned (it never does), but eventually I always get there. 

My mother has often told me that I have a way about me, in which I do almost everything the opposite of what most people will do; but I always get it done; it’s usually better than most would do it. 

I agree with this fact fully because I know it is true. I think it’s just about the level of effort I choose to put in.

No effort equals nothing but existence and sadness, and I’m not satisfied with that kind of life anymore, because that’s not who I am anymore, or how I want my life to be.

I have never really fought for much of anything but my disease, and nurturing it.

I don’t want to be remembered, as the girl who drank her life away. I don’t want to end up dead from alcoholism like my Uncle Mike.

I know I have more to offer the world than that. 

I am glad that I can say now, that I am NOT my disease, and every day of my life, from now on, I plan to prove it to MYSELF. 

I am four months and two days sober today.

I’m still alive, and there is a reason for it. 

I do know whatever happens, I have to remember I’m worth the good things, and the bad things don’t dictate my life anymore. I won’t and can’t let them.

My struggles in life, make it that much more satisfying to say that I am still here, and moving forward.

I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone but me, but it’s something I think is a miracle, and I don’t want to waste the time I have left. 

I’m not giving up on a life of peace, and I’ll continue to fight for it daily.

Just thoughts on my mind today. 

Kind of a hard week coming up for T and I, but it’ll be SO worth it for the both of us, in the end. Good vibes are appreciated. 

I hope you all have a great weekend. 🙂

Love yourself. 

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

July 25th, 2017… I’m 46 years old and not dead yet. 

We move first of the month. 🙂

Where there’s a will, there’s a way 🙂

I heard from my eldest daughter, and my mother sent a wonderful birthday card. T wrote me a beautiful song, and we met our goal. 

We are 121 days sober.

 We work for it every day. 

T says there are really no “buts” in happiness….

I agree fully. 

Happy 46th birthday to me. 

I’ve had WAY shittier ones for sure. 

Love yourself.

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

Because it’s MEANT to be…

This house T and I have been working towards getting…                                                 


150 bucks away from the goal!

My Birthday is tomorrow. 

This is last challenge in reaching a huge goal that’s been very arduous to get done, but will be worth everything to say I did it; simply because I didn’t think at first it was achievable. 

I haven’t sold my camera. I haven’t gotten one dime from anyone. 

It is true if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. T and I deserve this win, and $150 bucks from now, we are going to be able to say we did it all by ourselves, together. 

THAT is something that is worth it’s weight in gold.

My Birthday present to myself, is to make sure we meet this goal. 

I’ll be taking my camera off of Ebay, and selling it outright locally instead. There’s been no traffic as expected, and I don’t care, I’ll just pawn it. 

Either way it’s going to be a Happy Birthday for me; because tomorrow isn’t going to be any ordinary day at all. 

This I know for sure.

120 days on the wagon today, and counting.

I can definitely dig that 🙂

Love yourself.
J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

What I want for my Birthday, is to get into this house…

 

I hope it will work in my favor. I will be adding the link to my light kit later. This is just a stupid price. I’m not stoked at all, but it looks like it’s the only way it’ll work.  It’ll be interesting to see if it actually sells. I have a bet going with myself.

Wish me luck.

Love yourself.

 

 

Ad for my Camera

 

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

Approved for House

Firstly, enjoy my cat Lolita being flirty with the neighbor 🙂

WE GOT APPROVED FOR THE HOUSE WE WANTED!!

I’m estatic, but still feeling the stress. They wanted us to sign the lease yesterday.

But…

We still need to save up about a grand to get in it, and the end of the month is the deadline to beat. It becomes tricky for someone like me, who has no avenues regarding extra money or getting loans when I’m in a tight spot…

The only thing I know to do, is to sell my camera equipment. Or try to…again. It’s really the only thing of value I own.

I think it’s more important, to get out of this neighborhood, and into that house, so we can have a healthy environment and fresh start…than it is to hold on to material objects that I can eventually get back anyways. 

It’s all I can do. Wants vs. NEEDS.

Next post will be the listing of it, in case anyone here is interested in good, quality, well-kept, hardly used equipment for stupid cheap. 

I’m off social media in all regards, but this blog…so…yep.

I’m pretty sure that no one will even buy it; because it’s ME;  but I’m gonna’ try anyways. 

I’ve felt repeatedly like giving up through this entire process; but $1000.00 isn’t going to keep T and I back from a chance at a positive step in the right direction for OUR LIVES.

The money really isn’t even the problem, it’s the timing of it all that is really shaking things up. I’m nervous and feel sick, and I cannot eat.

I know if T and I just hold on, something good is going to happen regarding this. 

I have faith. 

We have been sober for 3 months, and 24 days.

That in itself is a total miracle. Getting this house is going to be another one. 

We are almost there. If it wasn’t for T and good friend I’ve been talking to, I’d be even more in cahoots. 

I’m going to have faith.

There’s the update!!

Love yourself.

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

I Could Really Handle Some Good News..

Waiting is the hardest part. 

Six months from now, I’d like to look back on this period of my life, and know that the effort put in, was worth it.

I can’t quit.

It never goes as smoothly as I want, but I keep having faith that this house application stuff is just part of the process.

I need to clean up my credit, and I hope to buy my own house in five years. It’s ridiculous how irresponsible I’ve been in all regards, and I could kick myself for being so stupid with my finances.

All I can do is wait now, and hope my good rental history, speaks for itself.

It’ll be nice to get away from this neighborhood, and make a new life with T, in a better location.

Right now T and I are saving money, staying sober, and waiting.

We are doing the right things.

Hopefully day 113 will end up in a positive light, and with good news.

That’s all in my world. 

Trying to live, while still dealing with the residual fallout of bad choice-making.

I’m trying to love myself in the process…

It’s a bit difficult for me today…considering.

J.Rounds (c)2017 ~Peaces of ME

In Any Regard, I’d Spin in the Wind With You.

Funny how you change as a person, over time.

It seems like no matter what pressures hit me lately, I’m able to compartmentalize them down into smaller, more managable sections to deal with. Sometimes it’s hard, but I DO do it. It got me to thinking that things could be a lot worse, and THAT is progress. I couldn’t do that last year at all, without having major meltdowns lasting days and weeks, and then finally realizing I was just wasting time, on doing nothing.

I am blessed for the goodness in my life today, and the life and good sense that is coming back to me. 

I missed it.

There’s a lot of stuff going on for T and I, but we are moving in the right direction. On the one hand I’m terrified, and on the other, I’m ready for our future life together. It’s been challenging in many regards, for both of us.

I just think this is part of our story. Sober is not always easy.  But sober together is definitely better than drunk alone, in any regard.

Taking the safe and easiest route is not always feesible, OR smart.

When all the signs are there and line up, sometimes I really wonder why we waited so long to make a break.

I think we were both scared of messing up again, and letting each other down; instead of realizing that we both control what we do as people, and those choices need to mean something or it doesn’t. We owe it to the people we love…to love them in every regard. That includes ourselves, but in a much healthier way. 

I’m feeling confident that we will get there soon.  I am tired as well but I know we always find the rainbows, when the clouds pull away. Our “best” is yet to come, and now we can realize it fully. 

People, places, and things…

This is just part of the places part.

We are both three months, 15 days sober.

Love Yourself.
J.Rounds ~Peaces of ME