Hair Stress

“Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair!” he called but she did not hear him for she was lost in her own mind. She raked her fingers through her hair letting strands of her hair drop from her fingers to the floor beside her. No tears shed from her eyes ’cause she knew that it would do no good to make things better. She was stuck in this tower locked away from a life that she dreamt of having.

You reading that thinking, “is she retelling fairytales now?”  No I’ll leave that to authors who already have. I’m basically making it relatable to how my life has been lately and was in the past. I have 4 mental health disorders which when I get overly stressed then I tend to get this issue that is known as trichotillomania. When I do it, it has always been consciously knowing I’m doing it and yet difficult to stop. I don’t literally pull at my hair though in case you thinking that. I constantly move my fingers into it like a comb or brush would where it’ll catch strand or strands of hair which I’ll drop into a little waste basket nearby then continue to do it. However when I first did this back when I was in my early 20s still living with my mom, I’d be sitting on my mom’s recliner and drop the strands of hair onto the carpeted floor. My mom used to get upset about seeing the little clump of hair there. It does eventually stop and go dormant until next time high level of stress, tension, anxiety, etc happens. I definitely don’t enjoy doing it.

The occurrence of this bout of trichotillomania is all due to the extreme amount of inspections by apartment building management for a whole month with no set dates when they would do the stuff. It was supposedly due to the fact that there is a tenant union now here so they had to be more thorough with inspection. I contacted the place I thought was running the tenant union and literally said to them that I want to have my name removed from the list. I don’t appreciate being any part of something that causes me high levels of stress that it triggers the trichotillomania that been dormant for a long while now. When I still not have a home aide then it very tense to have to try to keep up with all chores daily if staff here in building going to come whenever they please. I’ve also been more alone social wise the past few months in real life and online due to constant abandonment by “friends”. A little fact: being an older woman it not good to get bad off with the pulling of hair since hair thins and gets brittle as we get older due to perimenopause and menopause so I don’t want to become bald. I mean wigs are pretty nice but I just would freak myself out looking in the mirror with no hair. By the way, I not meaning to say it bad thing if that happens with those who also suffer with this mental issue. Please know the things I say in these blog posts are my own personal feelings of me.

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November Randomness

It has been quite a bit since I’ve done a post here due to so much of my life being like a disaster of stress ball of tangled yarn. I decided to do just a random like blog since I wouldn’t even know how to break it all down into separate blog posts. They’d end up with some short and some long so was better to do just like a summarized post of everything. The question always is though, where to start in the chaos.

I suppose we’ll start with the onslaught of apartment related stuff I had to deal with. My manager here hadn’t done an inspection in like 2-3 years then suddenly this year while I dealing with so much he decides he wants to do them again. Luckily I got the assistant manager to do the inspection itself so I think she was more chill about the whole thing. I became more concerned about her little puppy in carrier and where my cat was than to be freaked out during the inspection. I passed the inspection so sigh of relief there. I also got my annual recertification done with minimal panic attacks as they didn’t require my bank statements this year. Although I wish they’d tell me that they don’t need to anymore since it cost me $5 a month to get the paper statements. Highway robbery banks are I tell you.

I lost my home aide agency due to my stupid borderline personality disorder and it’s spikes of anger. The last year of having these temper issues is really annoying me. I’ve asked my therapist to please find ways to help me that my stubborn mind will follow. Anyway, I have no help from a home aide til a new agency gets assigned to me which I don’t know when that’ll be. They constantly telling me how there is a shortage of home aides but there are alot of housecleaning service people out there. So why can’t they work as a home aide? There isn’t a complete difference since many times a home aide isn’t adept to doing the lifting and such to be hands on caregivers. I mean my last one said she had to have back surgery so definitely certain they not equipped for such things. When I simply sweep my floors I feel like I going to collapse as my heart is pounding, my feet kill me more, my legs are ready to buckle, and my asthma acts up alot. People come into my home and see me walking without my walker then probably think “oh she fine” except they dead wrong. The old saying of: Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Basically don’t judge me by what you see and by my moody moments.

I been dealing with losing my best friend for good. I couldn’t deal with the bull of being harassed by someone simply ’cause he friends with her and she hates me. The fact that I had to put my foot down with her and also with him after another incident when I was already dealing with way too much. I despise silent treatment and lame excuses too. A best friend should be messaging you back when you need them or even in general. Hopefully he is doing good in his job, is healthy, and happy. That’s all I going to say about that as all of it was/is very depressing feeling for me.

Lastly was dealing with losing food stamps for first half of this month due to government stuff in this country. I had to figure how to stay on diet while budgeting like crazy. It left me to having to buy canned zero sodium veggies which I swore I’d never buy canned ones. Veggies are so difficult to get nowadays in frozen in store brand so canned is probably better. I don’t put anything on them so they so blah and weird tasting especially the carrots. I glad that got food stamps back but that put so much fear in me about if that dude in office enjoyed the power of it too much. I’m so sick of being kept awake at night worrying about my life. How quickly everything can be taken from me by this government. I expect the government to protect me and others like me but now it’s a scary one to me.

Well that is all for this blog. I appreciate you all for reading this random post that is like all over the place. Please check the Site Updates page on my site to see when I add things and about upcoming things I plan to do for the site. Also please read the Important Note linked on the homepage of my site since it’s a must read if you like my site. Blessed be.

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Why Not Me?

I’ve gone through my life feeling like I just not good enough for any human being especially guys. People love to use me for whatever they want to but they never truly want me. I try to give them a chance to see me as something other than a dishrag basically and yet they never do. They also see me as nothing but someone who needs to be taken care of ’cause of my disabilities. It’s like people don’t realize that those whom are disabled can take care of themselves in many ways of life. The main thing I need help with is cleaning which is just a small part of everyday life.

Guys have always acted like I’m a good buddy ole pal or just a gal to use for their carnal needs. I’ve crushed on a lot of guys when I was in my school days which each time I admitted to liking them they’d tell me just how much they not like me. It’s always pointing out how terribly wrong I am to ever be wanted by them. If it wasn’t my weight then it was that my hair color wasn’t the right one or that I felt too deeply. I can’t be everything that’s perfect to be able to be wanted. As I grew older, all I seem good for is guys to play with me for like one day or night then just up and poof on me. Seriously if they only want that then maybe they should buy themselves a doll to toy with. The ones who actually show emotions for me will in no time backpeddle from feeling for me that you’d think I had the black plague. Recently I had a guy friend do it to me and I feel lonely, lost, empty, and broken. I feel so unwanted by guys and everyone. I wish I could just live life with no need for any human interactions since it is never good for me in the end.

So that’s why I constantly asking “why not me?” my whole life.

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