It’s raining, and I’m just thinking on blog…

The rain falls hard and to the side. It’s the kind that’s going to get you drenched no matter what, so don’t even bother with the umbrella. 

On the ledge my cat sleeps, and I’m surprised she’s not awake trying to play with the water droplets; the cat has a person in her that likes water very much; I’m almost positive. Lol.

I always say that, “My cats have people in them.” They are too human acting in their everyday ways, to make me not consider it frequently.

I’m tired today. My brain is tired. One thing about being bipolar, is that it takes a lot out of you sometimes. It’s hard to be up and down, up and down, like I am. I literally change moods when the wind blows, and I relish in the moments of true peace, because they seem to be so few and far between these last years. 

I think I need to find the parts of myself that hide away, and give them another firm talking to. I need to remember that I can’t control any single thing but myself; and I should most definitely start there.

Just because some things are harder than others to understand, doesn’t mean it’s not worth understanding. I’ve been many times on the other side of things; so I do know how it feels to be misunderstood and regretful.

I’m still needing more understanding.

I also think that I can’t discount my personal opinions and boundaries, just to accept something. 

Understanding doesn’t mean accepting, and work needs to be done on the actual problems that are REAL, or I will have no choice but to watch the rain, from another window.

I have made that commitment to myself, because I have to.

I am going day to day, and continuing to work on myself. It’s going to require a joint effort to get through…and I can only control, what I do.

No one is exempt from “change for the better”. I think it’s all about, how bad you want to change, and what you’ll do to get there.

I am four months, and twenty-eight days sober.

I made an intake appointment with a new therapist today.

Love Yourself.

J.Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME

The title goes here. Free writing.  

There is no pre-determined guarantee for relationships.

Love is often confused with many other things, but when it is real; the “feel it in your bones” feeling of love, never goes away.

It is always there despite, no matter what the situation…. for better or worse.

It’s waiting in the back of me every time; to love again; when the trials of our lives ease up, and I come back down to reality. I cannot stop the feeling no matter how hard I try to, and you will have to make me hate you, to get me to stop.

That’s ME fully, that’s HOW I AM. That’s how I love.

Please don’t make me hate you.

I have always loved hard.

I fall too easily, I trust too easily, I believe what people tell me too easily….all the time…I always have. 

I like to believe that I’m worth love. 

But the kind of love, and the idea of love I have always searched for, is something that I can’t ever seem to fully get all the way. 

I’ve had two failed marriages; one 10 months, another 13 years. A five-year, online, long-distance, fuck up my life completely, cluster fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk of a “relationship”; and now T.

Those ARE my major relationships in my adult life.

No one compares to T.

I struggle every day to be the kind of woman that T deserves. I know I am failing, and then I ask myself why, and what I will do about it. 

I wish really, that there was a guarantee that we will make it; but there’s not. 

The only guarantee there is, is the one that I make to myself. 

I will continue to be honest about my feelings, needs and wants.

I don’t believe in hiding who you are from anyone anymore… especially the man you love.

I know that things aren’t perfect in my life right now…or my relationship.

But I do know that T is the only man, who has made me feel like I deserved love. And I never thought I’d ever feel that from a man. I never had until him. 

I guess that’s why they say love is patient.

I hope that I can work out my life, so that I can be the woman, that I know I am.

The damage I carry is real, and I’ve had more than I care to have these last months, and it fucks up everything…to the point that I have to make the choice to stop letting it infect, every good thing that I touch. 

It’s hard when there’s stuff you need to talk about and understand, but you know there’s probably no way you ever could, because you weren’t given the option upfront to know about it.

I can’t figure out what I could have done differently…except for me to do the exact opposite thing, and I obviously made the choice to be in this relationship. 

 I’m not a quitter. 

Every day is a new day to try. 

“Love without Limits, Fight without Fear.” 

It’s tattooed on my arm, but what does that mean to ME?

I made it up. Truth. Because I had made a choice that day to try to understand myself; and those are two things I try to do.

I hope there is a God AND that he will help me.

This is a free writing ramble.

I am sober, alive, confused, hurt, determined, and in love.

I need a miracle to fix my brain, and my life. 

I’m really just trying to be as positive as I can right now;

And I don’t feel bad for writing any of this, because it’s gotten me to this very moment.

Love yourself.

J. Rounds ©2017 ~Peaces of ME