Happy First Day of Autumn



It's finally here and I couldn't be more happier - this is my kinda time of year!  I love the aesthetic of autumn foliage, the cooler temperatures, the way the air smells, apple cider, wearing leggings and long sleeves, pumpkin spice everything and cozy nights in.  I feel most in my element during autumn and I love to bake and cook more so in autumn than I do in any other season.  I definitely want to make it out to a farm this season for sure.  I've always wanted to go to Denver Downs Farm which is local to me.  They have two events that they are running this season - Pumpkin Nights and Ciderfest, so in order to get the most out of it, I think we will go on a Saturday that they are running both events; that would be November 9th.  Jason and I also want to go back to Singing Pines once it gets a little cooler out as well and take our pup with us to go walking.


I'm also looking forward to the Halloween movie line up.



Happy Fall, ya'll!

9/22/24

Well, today is my last day off before returning to work.  Jason and I went to Singing Pines yesterday afternoon which is part of Lake Hartwell - it was absolutely beautiful.  It's not the beach, but it was good enough for now until we can get to the beach next year.  I just wanted a tiny bit of peace and tranquility before I went back to work.  This was the perfect way to end my medical leave.


                                                                                                         Lake Hartwell Summer of '24


We are most definitely going to Myrtle Beach next year, even if I have to sell one of my kidneys.  We both very much need to get away.  We haven't been on vacation in about two years due to all of the events that have happened in our lives.  Next weekend, we are going to Greenville for the day.  We are going to visit the music museum.  I wanted to try a piano lounge type restaurant but next weekend is calling for torrential down pours and sometimes you have to park and walk a fair distance, so we decided on the Cheesecake Factory for dinner and dessert instead - that day my diet will definitely been blown but I will get right back on track, besides, we don't go out to eat much any more because of the fact that I'm on a diet.  Today was spent cooking for the week ahead, doing dishes and laundry.

3 a.m. Thoughts and the Beginning of my Self-guided Research on the Psyche

It's 3 a.m.


I woke up to use the bathroom and now I can't go back to sleep - I feel the urge to write some more and knowing me, when I have significant thoughts consuming my mind, I won't be able to rest until I deal with them, by which, I also want to take the opportunity to express these thoughts; one, while they are still fresh in my mind and two, to take advantage of the spark I actually have to write.  I prefer to write when I feel that I'm in a place where I can express my thoughts sufficiently, but more so, when I feel that I can actually achieve completeness of those thoughts.  While in the process of doing my business, I felt the need to reflect back on the previous day.  I had a follow-up appointment yesterday with my primary doctor, so that he could complete my fitness for duty form in order for me to return to work on Monday.  I wasn't only excited to get the fitness for duty form filled out in order to return to work, but I also wanted to share with him what I have worked on thus far with my self-guided research in psychology that I began merely two weeks ago.  I would like to make note on two additional aspects of my previous writing.  


Where I wrote and thought, "How could you take the easy way out?" (in reference to my father passing), though I didn't know how to make sense of that feeling at the time, I can confirm that was definitely more of an irrational thought than what it had actually seemed for me in the moment than it does now.  In all actuality, it was more of a "feeling" than a thought.  That thought derived from the fact that practically his entire life, he created me, caused all of this chaos and turmoil in my life and refused to take accountability for his actions and behavior.  Then when he died, I translated that as, "Oh, so you're just going to dip and not finish what you started - you're not going to see this through?"  I was still here and he wasn't - I felt like he had left me here to figure this all out for myself.  Almost like, you created the problem and now you're just going to walk away?  I told Jason last night that the day I found out that he died, it felt like a demonic force was leaving my body.  That was a very irrational thought (How could you take the easy way out?), but then again, he was a very irrational person - makes sense right; that I would have that thought as it pertained to him?  He was an impossible person and even though he created the problem, I found myself wanting to help him - I wanted him to find resolution in the same way that I desired to find resolution for myself, hence, being my father's keeper.  When I reflect back, it wasn't my problem to solve; that was a him problem, not a me problem.  However, I digress because it's neither here nor there.  I just wanted to make note of the progress here in my evolution.


The second aspect of my previous writing that I would like to reflect more on, is when I made brief mention of my doctor and I having a very trusting patient to doctor relationship.  Finding a good doctor is hard to find these days, especially when you have complex issues.  Trust on both ends is a difficult feat in itself and for very valid reasoning.  For the doctor, there are so many patients that take advantage of doctors in order to get what they want and it ruins it for the ones that need.  For the patient, there are doctors out there who, unfortunately, ruin the reputation of the doctoral world for the few (by comparison in the grand-scheme of things) good doctors that are out there.  A part of being a doctor is experiencing the revolving door effect, but a good doctor won't let that revolving door trap them in the process like a maze of mirrors.  What stands apart a good doctor from a bad doctor (at least in my opinion), is that a good doctor, regardless of the size of his caseload, will maintain a level-mindedness about him or her self; someone who will actually listen, not just hear what the patient has to say; someone who is not just there for the paycheck and who doesn't rush you through the appointment, reasonably of course because they do have other patients to see; who not only have education but also credible experience that coincides with each other; allows the patient to participate in their own treatment plan and doesn't just try to push agendas or medication; doesn't rush into a diagnosis because we all know where that leads - I prefer a doctor who thinks outside of the box, moreso, has the ability to put the text-book aside when it's necessary - not every patient fits the text-book definition.  And of course, having good bedside manner is a must.  You may ask, "So, what do you consider to be a bad doctor?"  The answer to that is simple - everything opposite of what makes a good doctor, duh!  My doctor is a good doctor, gold even.


I'm that person - the person that doesn't fit the text-book definition and complexity is the main reason for that.  In terms of complexity, I'm more referring to my mental rather than physical.  I use to be so wrapped around the idea of needing a diagnosis but he helped me to understand that putting a label on it is much less important than actually treating the symptoms.  A lot of doctors rush into a diagnosis, not realizing that doing so often leads to misdiagnosis and that has so many potential dangers to ones well-being.  I understand this to not always be the case and that it could be more that there are so many symptoms can present themselves in a multitude of different diagnoses - I mean, just a hunch...I'm not a doctor or anything.  In sum, credibility is everything when it comes to trust and if you're self-righteously cocky, that's a huge red flag, especially in the doctoral world.  By nature, no one likes a know-it-all and though you may be a doctor, you're still human; staying humble is imperative in all aspects of success.  By no means am I discrediting the work it takes to obtain a doctorate because I do have the utmost respect for that; it does take some balls for sure, but rather the point here is to highlight that there is more to that when it comes to the difference between what makes or breaks a doctor from being considered good or bad.  Moving on, another very useful tool that my doctor provided me with was, "Listen to your body, it will tell you what it needs".  It couldn't be closer to the truth because it is the truth.  I always doubted myself whether it was safe for me to do this or that, but from the day he let me in on that little secret, it's never failed me - not once.  Every time I see my doctor, I give him a standing ovation in my mind because if anyone has earned that, it's him and all of this patients should rightfully feel that way.


Believe it or not, I haven't actually got to the main point of this post.  By right, I should make a separate post because this is going to be a torturous read otherwise, but I find it important to keep all of my thoughts on doctors here because it's an opener for my main point - I don't apologize in advance.


My doctor has witnessed me going through it in some of the worst ways for years, but he's also just beginning to experience my evolution and he is a huge contributor in that.  He has treated the majority of my both my physical and mental health issues for years.  Yes, he is a generalized provider but in reality, he could really specialize in just about everything.  Out of every doctor I have ever seen, he has never once failed me.  Things may not have always worked but that was not due to any fault of his own - those were external factors in which he had no control over. - insurance being a big bitch in that.  Excuse my language.  My qualms with insurance is a whole other topic of discussion and definitely requires another post.  My mental health issues were the seat of my problems (something else he helped me realize) that led to a good majority of my physical health issues; I had to accept that in order to fix both and it took me years to wrap my mind around that.  Getting to the point...


I felt particularly inspired to share what I've been working on with my doctor because I knew he would not only respect it and appreciate it, but further encourage it - he was partly to thank for this revelation of mine afterall!  His take on things has always been of importance to me as it aids me in making the conscious decision on whether or not to keep going with what I'm doing.  I also take heed when he cautions me.  He exceeded my expectations when it came to his reaction for sure on what I shared with him.  As I stated in my last post, I took up a recent, very keen interest in psychology.  I believe that interest was always there but I repressed it.  Hell, I always aspired to become a psychologist since my childhood days.  After sharing my project with him, his response was, "are you sure you don't want to pursue a degree in psychology?"  That's a valid form of respect to me.


I've been dabbling in the workings of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung with a primary focus on how the brain works in relation to the psyche.  My research will eventually expand way past that, but for now, this is where I'm at.  It was essential for me to get a thorough understanding of how the brain works because without it, you can't live.  If you can't live, well, then the reason I'm conducting this self-guided research wouldn't matter to begin with.  I want to make note that, I'm not very fond of Sigmund Freud for obvious reasons but he does undeniably have some beneficial insight behind some of his work.  I have a lot more respect for Jung's work for sure - he has more of the qualities I described in being a good doctor which is why it was imperative for me to keep my thoughts on what makes a good doctor together with this piece.  However, there are things that I both agree and disagree with them on.


Let me just put this here for good measure and so that I can also refer back to it as I continue on here...


Disclaimer: Before you have a look, please understand that one, it's not complete and two, I'm not entirely sure that my conclusions are completely sound but I'm just about 90% sure they are.  This is a rough draft, so please be kind.



(You can click on this to enhance it for further viewing purposes)


As you can see, I have taken both the iceberg model of the psyche from Freud and Jung's model of the psyche and through other various forms of research, I have constructed some of my own thought process while attempting to compare and contrast the two.  I feel very compelled to take these two models and make them whole because it makes sense to, but also, I find it very beneficial to do so as well.  The above is what I was able to come up with in just two weeks time.  Drawing sound conclusions is hard stuff, especially when most of it is subjective in nature.  I have found solace in the fact that there are many people, including myself who both agreed and disagreed with both of their work, so I know it will be unavoidable that not everyone will agree with mine.  I'm not looking to succumb to self-righteousness like Freud did.  I'm open to perception, perspective and constructive criticism - it's the only way to grow so it's necessary to keep bias out of it.  There is no need to explain my interpretations here, it's all within their models and my hypotheses around them.  There could already be some research out there that concurs with mine but I assure you that mine was not pre-meditated using the research of others, other than these two models from Freud, Jung and the inner workings of the brain.


It's now 5:26 a.m.  I'm going back to bed.  Good-night!


Oh, and one last note: now I'm beginning to understand why Jung stressed the importance of active imagination when I refer back to Alice in Wonderland and why Alice had to slip away from the collective in order to find herself.  Alice: "I don't think...", Mad Hatter: "...then you shouldn't talk!"

The Beginning of my Evolution

The day my dad died, I went through a lot of different emotions in such a short period of time, feelings that were extreme and in result, very conflicting in nature.  I think back to the day that I received the confirmation that he actually passed.  Most people, under normal circumstances, would be consumed by sadness.  My circumstances were not normal.  There was sadness, but even more than that, there was a very dark cloud that came over me that filled me with an unbelievable amount of anger.  I was so enraged that I couldn't even begin to comprehend what I was exactly feeling in that moment and why.  Then, it happened.  "How could you do this to me?", "How could you take the easy way out?"  After that, I spent a fair amount of time being what I called, "emotionally constipated".  I cried the day he died, I cried the day of his services and then...the well ran dry but yet, I didn't feel finished.  I knew deep down that there was more to hash out there, it was a heaviness I felt in my chest and I wouldn't feel any relief until I faced it.


This man I called my "father", well, because he was my father; was also the core of my trauma; after all, he did cause the majority of it.  I remember when he once sent me a text that stated, "Unfortunately, I created an evil..." and of course that was hard to read, let alone comprehend how your own father could say something like that to you.  This was a result of attempting to tell him how I felt and he couldn't accept it nor take accountability for his own bullshit.  Early on, I was exposed to physical abuse and then most of my adult life, verbal abuse.  I'll spare the details, mostly for my own sake - I'm not trying to relive it but I wanted to provide context here.  He spent most of his life being an atheist - in and out of rehab, moving from place to place - he was wandering aimlessly.  The last six months or so of his life, he claimed to have found God, got baptized and everything.  I want to believe in my heart that he was genuinely trying after all of these years...but there was also the fact that he was sick and you know what they say - some people try to find something to hold onto when they know there isn't much time left.  I wonder, provided he wasn't terminally ill, would he still have chosen that path sincerely or if he was even sincere regardless to find his faith.


Going back to the day he died, I felt an undeniable, guilt filled sense of relief.  How could I feel relieved that my father died?  Man, was that a heavy feeling to feel and I felt it in every fiber of my being.  When I seen the doctor to discuss going through all of these procedures for my back, including the injections, ablation and chiropractic care - I admitted that I also needed some time to heal from things much deeper and less artificial in nature.  My doctor and I have a very trusting patient to doctor relationship and he knows that I understand myself on a much deeper level than most, by which, I never use to be like that.  He agreed that it would be in my best interest to put me out of work, at least until I could get through the treatment for my back.  I lost my mother-in-law just about a year and a half earlier than I lost my dad.  I witnessed her dying, spent a lot of time living on a prayer that she would get better and when she didn't and the inevitable happened, it shut me down completely.  I felt like I haven't been able to breath since she left this earth.  I had a difficult time accepting that I should be relieved that she was no longer suffering because I still wanted her here.  When my dad died, the relief came easy to me - partly because he was no longer suffering, partly because I was no longer suffering; walking in front of a shadow that wasn't mine.  I had been set free.


I felt imprisoned by his shadow, shackled if you will.  I was able to get myself to a point where I could determine what I wanted for myself, but it was so out of reach with no light in sight.  Something long ago broke so badly inside me that I allowed this to happen and it just became a possession.  The best way I can describe it, is being trapped in a very deep hole with no way out.  In that, I didn't feel like I was truly able to implement the necessary changes that I was desiring to make for myself.  That became very problematic and detrimental for me.  It destroyed my mental health, physical health and my overall personal success in every sense of the term - my career, relationships with others including the one I have with Jay.  If it didn't destroy these aspects, it definitely impacted them significantly from a negative standpoint.  Jay stuck by me unconditionally, but there were a few times that it was coming too close for comfort, that it was even jeopardizing my relationship with him.  Things got slightly easier toward the last six months of my fathers life because he didn't seem to be so consumed by darkness and was more tolerable to have an actual conversation with - he was actually listening, not cutting me off while I was speaking, reciprocating by saying how proud of me he was and being expressive and seemingly happy with his new profound guidance of God.


When he was in that dark place, there was no helping him.  I only knew this to be true because I once use to be in that same dark place and I couldn't be helped either...at least from no external force.  I mean, it's nearly impossible to dig your own self out when you're in that deep.  You have to be real sick and tired of being sick and tired and dig very, very deep if you have any chance of survival of that terrible disease.  I was only able to dig myself out to a half-way point where I was barely surviving, but not enough to see the light.  There is no doubt that I was weak while he was alive, but once he died, I found my will to live again and once I was able to break free from the shackles his shadow had on me, that's when I could finally see that there is actually a light at the end of the tunnel - I'm still no where near it, but all that is important to me right now, is that I can see it.  As long as I can see it and now, having the willpower, it can be achieved.  I'm still working through the fact that I feel like 33 years of my life was wasted - but then I had this epiphany that it's not about the quantity of time, but rather the quality of time and God willing, I hope he will provide me with enough time to make up for the time lost and allow me to work toward the quality of life that I've deserved all along.  I still find myself disheartened that I wish my dad was able to see it through and find the light...it's all I've ever wanted for him but his fate was sealed and there was nothing I could do about it.


Off topic, my chiropractor hands out free, motivational sayings on Friday's and just about two weeks ago, one really resonated with me - it said, "If you don't let the past die, it won't let you live".  So began the start to my evolution.  From that point on, I made a promise to myself that I will never let anyone or anything ever take what was taken from me ever again, including myself.  I owe it to myself to keep this promise.  It's most definitely going to be a life-long journey, but will also most definitely be a worthwhile one.  I often refer a lot to Alice in Wonderland when it comes to my mental health journey because if you actual dissect the actual meaning behind her journey, you will come to realize that she had lost her sense of self and took a journey to wonderland where she experienced trials and tribulations to not only find her true sense of self, but also to discover her strengths that were deeply hidden in the shadow.  The jabberwocky represented her greatest fear and she persevered in order to kill that fear - that strength was within her all along, she just had to find it for herself.  The friends she met along the way were representations of fragments of her personality that consisted of both guidance and corruption within her psyche; it was up to her to trust her own instincts - the Red Queen (Evil aka Devil) represented her ID within the psyche, the White Queen (Good aka Angel) represented the super-ego within the psyche.  She chose to conquer her inner-most demons by defeating the deepest fears in her shadow (aka the jabberwocky) and resolve herself from the internal conflicts that were preventing her from finding her true self.  


I've taken an extremely keen interest in psychology as of late and have been conducting self-guided research on the human psyche, obtaining a comprehensive understanding of how the mind works and making connections that will lead me to the eventual success of unlocking my personal unconsciousness, so that I can truly begin to heal and take my own journey, much like the one Alice took to wonderland, to face my internal demons.  I've been conducting my research under the workings of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, though I'm not too fond of Freud for many valid reasons, there are some notable aspects of his work.  There are elements in both of their work that I don't agree with but that's okay because it's subjective for the most part which allows for much interpretation.  I struggle with subjectiveness for obvious reasons, but I'm not looking to prove my truth to anyone but myself, so it doesn't really matter beyond that.  Your own intuition should be sufficient.  Here's to the start of getting to know myself for the very first time! My father may have been the core of my trauma (I maybe even was my father's keeper), hindering my willpower to unlock the restraints, but he never held the key - that's been in my soul the whole time.  "Every adventure requires a first step..." -Cheshire


Shrinking yourself by drinking the potion represents opening up to self-vulnerability in order to achieve seeing the bigger picture.  Consuming the dessert that allows you to grow-back is the ascension of rising above and becoming whole. 

*drinks the shrink-me potion* See you in wonderland...

9/17/24

Today's been a long day for sure.  I woke up about six this morning and got some things done around the house, so that I wouldn't have to do anything when I got home from my procedure and I could just get some rest.  I've been sleeping like shit these past couple of nights, so I'm definitely looking forward to getting some much needed sleep tonight.  I've been focusing on self-care and putting together a structured routine, so that when I return to work, I can keep doing what I'm doing in order to improve both my mental and physical health.  I've also have taken up a interest in psychology lately - more specifically, the human psyche.  So, I've been doing some self-guided research into several different areas of that topic and referring to the work of past, highly respected psychologist such as Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud.  It's definitely a complex, loaded topic for sure.  I've been primarily focused in the different parts of the brain (how they work, more from a mental than a physical aspect), the parts of the human psyche (ID, Ego and Super-ego), consciousness, pre-consciousness, sub-consciousness and unconsciousness.  Unfortunately, when it comes to the mental, most of it is very subjective including the life-long workings of Jung and Freud - a lot can be left to open to interpretation there.  I often struggle with the subjective because I desire objectiveness - what is concrete which could be said to be a human flaw.  We can only scientifically back what we can see and prove.  Obviously, things like scans can show defects in the brain that lead to diagnosis such as cancer, Alzheimer's, Dementia and other forms of brain damage but there is much left to be desired in terms of scientific facts when it comes to general mental health disorders and we go more based off symptoms than what we can actually see - which in turn can be extremely tricky in nature due to the fact that a lot of symptoms one can experience that cross over into several different realms of disorders and that is why most people often get misdiagnosed.  When I find myself in a more appropriate, comfortable place, I will write more on my thoughts of this topic.


Moving forward, the procedure went well.  I did experience moderate discomfort with it as to be expected really.  The process of the ablation is slightly different than the diagnostic procedures.  It follows more or less the same technique but it definitely more intense.  The needles injected are slightly bigger in diameter due to needing to place probes inside of the for the purpose to transmitting the RFA currents to the surrounding medial nerves that send signals to the pain receptors.  I asked prior them them beginning, what I would experience in terms of what I would actually feel.  The doctor asked if I've ever been stung by a bee.  I haven't.  He said, "Well, you're about to experience six bee-stings but I'll talk you through the entire process."  Yeah, that didn't feel too good and neither did the adjustment of the needles.  He started on the right side and then went to the left side.  The "bee-stings" he referred to was the numbing agent - they numb you pretty darn good if I do say so myself.  Then they test the probes which feels similar to that of a tens unit and after that, they run the RFA which kills the nerves for the better part of 7-12 months.  I didn't feel that part at all and didn't even realize that we were finished before I knew it.  I didn't even realize when he had taken all of the needles out!  I do have to repeat this procedure about once a year as nerves do regenerate over time.  There is some moderate soreness that will be expected over the next few days as the numbness wears off.  He said, no heat - only ice if needed.  I still take my pain meds but am hoping as I heal from this procedure, that I can ween off of them and get to the point that I no longer need them.  I also hope to incorporate exercise into my self-care routine very soon.  I'm down another pound for a total of twenty-one pounds which is more than I've been able to accomplish in a long time - it's been trying for sure having issues with my stomach.


Here are some of the things I've been eating lately.







Other than that, my cousin has been working on printing me some 3D creepy dolls and she is going to send them to me so I can paint them!  I'm so entirely excited for this new little project of mine.  The primary set is Alice in Wonderland featuring Alice w/ rabbit, Mad Hatter and Cheshire.  She also printed me some Alice in Wonderland inspired stacked teacups and a few other creepy doll variations such as Wednesday Addams, Little Red Riding-Hood and a clown.  This is definitely going to be a fun little project!  For the remainder of the week, I'm going to try and get back into my normal work sleeping schedule so that waking up at 4:30 a.m. won't be as brutal come Monday...




9/12/24

I've been watching some movies on Amazon Prime Video lately to fill the gaps in-between my day, primarily when I eat lunch.  I've watched quite a few good ones - Four Good Days w/ Mila Kunis, My Fault w/ Gabriel Guevara and Nicole Wallace, A Rainy Day in New York w/ Timothee Chalamet,  The King of Staten Island w/ Pete Davidson and Remember Me w/ Robert Pattinson.  All very well done movies!  Among my favorite were My Fault and Remember Me, especially My Fault.  Matter of fact, they are in the works of producing a sequel to My Fault that will be coming out on Prime on December 27th called Your Fault.  I'm so entirely excited and then there will be a third called Our Fault.  If you're into romance, it's definitely for you!  Another good one I watched was Raising Voices also w/ Nicole Wallace and Gabriel Guevara.


I've also been conducting research on the shadow self to better understand it all.  It's definitely a complex topic.  I shutdown mentally when Jason's mom passed and then when my dad passed, though there was a grieving process that took place for both, they were different from each other.  Losing her made me feel isolated, even paralyzed at times both mentally and physically.  With my dads passing, I discovered a keen interest in psychology.  Other than that, I've been gaming here and there to destress and have also been working on organizing my spare room.  Once I have reached a point that I feel satisfied with in my research, I will continue on with my thought process and writing as it pertains to the grief project that I'm working on.  I have the chiropractor tomorrow as well as grocery shopping to do.  Tuesday is my final procedure - the ablation.  I see my primary doctor that following Friday to follow-up and have him fill out my fitness for duty form, so that I can return to work on the 23rd.


Not much else is going on here.

9/10/24 Tuesday Catch-up

I've decided to disable Blogger from auto stamping the date on each of my blog posts because I felt like it would limit my creative freedom to write.  I want to decide how little or often I'd like to express my thoughts and don't need to be reminded of either instance.  I will decided going forward when I want to date my posts and if its relevant or not to do so.  In this post, I want to catch up on what's been going on with me.  


I've had my second set of diagnostic injections on Aug. 27th in preparation for my lumbar ablation that will be happening Sept. 17th.  My expected return to work date is Sept. 23rd, so long as everything goes as planned with my ablation.  The second diagnostic procedure went much better, though still uncomfortable.  Doctor prescribed me a couple of Diazepam to take post-procedure which helped relax me considerably.  I also have it to take for the ablation as well.  Jason and I went to see Beetlejuice 2 and tried a restaurant that was new to us - Electric City Pizza Co. in downtown Anderson.  He had a pepperoni pizza calzone and I tried their cheeseburger taco as well as their samurai taco.  We ordered chips and queso for an appetizer.  I didn't particularly like the cheeseburger taco but otherwise, the food was pretty decent.


(I felt so pretty this day)





The week before, we did a cookout for Labor Day - we invited Jay's dad over but unfortunately he ended up not feeling too well and went home right when the food was just about done.  Food came out good though!





I've been working in my spare room some, trying to get it better organized and get rid of shit I don't need anymore.  I finally brought myself to unpackage all of my dad's statues.  I wanted to make him a memorial display, especially to have an appropriate place to keep his remains.  This is what I came up with.




I'll most likely change it around a bit, but I just wanted somewhere for them to go for now, so they were up and out of the way until I can get better organized.  I also did this in the other corner...




I've also been chatting with one of my cousins who has been dabbling in 3D printing and have been nagging her to print these for me...







If anyone knows me, I love Alice in Wonderland with a great passion!  I think I've decided that I'm going to have her print them in white matte filament so I can paint them myself - add my own personal touch to them.  Besides, I want to switch up some of the coloring from what you see here.




Lastly, this past Friday when I went to the chiropractor, she gave me this positive saying and I couldn't resonate with it more.  It's something that I'm actively working on each day in fact.  But that's all that's been going on here lately.  Other than that, Jason has some doctor appointments coming up for some things that he has going on.

Shadow Metamorphosis (A Self-Written Poem)

 I once walked in front of a shadow that was not mine

A burden of self-depreciation that was truly undivine

Living in a world of black and white

A constant battle I was trying to fight

The color was draining from my veins

There is nothing like these kinds of pains

Things I would not wish on my worst enemy

These demons were no friend to me

I was scratching the bottom, trying to find a way out

But the only thing that filled my mind was despair and doubt

My heart was shattered, my wings were broken

A whole lot of words that were left unspoken...

I forgot how to love and I could not fly

This life of mine was passing me by

Time escaped me and before I knew

I was slowly turning into a version of you

A version of you I never wanted to be

I had to figure out how to be set free

I never had the chance to get to know the real me

Because that shadow of yours would never let me be

You once said "When I created you, I created evil"

From that point on, this would not be a sequel

I responded, "If you created evil, then you must be the devil"

You thought you could break me, you thought I would tremble

But let me just tell you, you were nothing that special

You see, I was long broken before you got to me

My soul was still mine in which you did not hold the key

I started a journey you knew nothing about

One to wonderland that with you I would go without

The day you left this earth, I was set free

Your shadow is no longer hindering me

The color is slowly returning to my veins

And with time, I will extinguish all of these pains

I want you to know that I have forgiven you

And that you should probably forgive yourself too

I once was a caterpillar, but I have formed a cocoon

I will morph into a beautiful butterfly very, very soon

A chance to know the real me, with no traces of you

Colors of all ranges, brightness and hue

My flame will be ignited for what will be the very first time

Believe you me, will it burn bright - Lord, will it shine

You tried to convince me that I was born into evil

But I was not a fool, I was not that feeble

I was born into Christ and that is MY sequel

Lord Jesus Christ is my one true lord and savior

He died on the cross to make sure I do not repeat your behavior

Metamorphosis is filled with such beautiful things

It is time for me to repair these broken wings

The ability to fly I will without a doubt regain

Farewell for now, until we meet again...

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