My Cocaine

We all have it. That person or “thing.” The vice, if you will, that no matter where we are in life, what we are doing, who we are with, when it appears we gravitate towards it/them. Whatever it may be has the absolute power to destroy what you know. It has the ability to tear apart your being and turn your otherwise peaceful world into utter chaos. No matter how much time passes when it arrives you know you are in for a ride.

It’s called your “cocaine” because it’s addictive and has the power to create such destruction that it’s almost impossible to come back from. My cocaine, in the form it’s in, showed it’s face today. No matter how hard you try to run from it, avoid it, move past it…it will resurface. The most devastating part is it comes when you least expect it. When you finally start to get to a place where you’re okay with it being non-existent is when it will come for you. Maybe not with the intention to hurt you, but it does. It reminds you of what was.

We all have it. Think about it. What’s the one thing in your world that can resurface at any time and knock your knees out from under you?! What the one thing that can crumble your solid foundation?! It exists.

I have spent the better part of the last two years attempting to recover from that which I am “addicted.” It is not in the form of a drug or alcohol. Hell, those may be even easier to recover from – coming from a former lush. This is much stronger. A connection, that no matter how long it’s been or how bumpy the road has been, can be broken. It has no regard for the well-being of one or both. You spend so much time waiting and wanting just a glimpse and then you get it – several times in a matter of months. That glimpse is more than you’ve had in two years. And it leaves you longing for more. Chasing the high that you once had – that it once brought you. Your heart skips a beat and then drops into your stomach. For a brief moment you have that high and then it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. That’s your “cocaine.” 

I think at some point you realize you will never shake it. Maybe it’s because you don’t really want to or it’s because of the connection. Whatever the reason, it can make the strongest of people weak.  It is what it is and it will be what it will be; however, figuring out how to let it be just that is easier said that done.

I’m not a big believer in coincidences. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe we don’t always know those reasons but it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It’s not uknown that life has kind of handed me a really shit deal this year. And while I have fought it every step of the way – the fact is, I needed Aces and I got two’s. I’m reminded of those two’s each day I wake up. So, I collect the two’s now. But, every now and again we get the Ace we need – and sometimes it’s in the form of our “cocaine.” While it can start that dreaded domino effect it can also give you that little glimmer of hope. It’s almost as if it knew you needed an Ace that day – and the Universe gave it to you. A reminder that you are still in memory and thought. That regardless of where life takes you there will always be that connection – and while it’s not ideal it helps – even in the slightest.

I’ve tried not to read to much into it. I can over analyze the slightest of things. I have had to learn to stop analyzing. To let it be what it is. Not everything makes sense in this world. Many times nothing makes sense in this world. It’s another lesson – another reminder. Iused to be a firm believer that you fight for what you want, but sometimes battles are not won with fighting and wars are won with surrendering – to yourself. For every battle eventually there will be a war and we have to decide if that war is worth all that it will cost you – take from you. We choose to fight or surrender. Not giving up but realizing that even when you fight for it, if there’s no one fighting with you or for the same then really you are fighting a losing battle. At the end of the day, we are responsible and accountable for what we allow to affect us. We get to choose. We get to choose how it affects us…

Moments

I was watching a t.v. show the other night and one of the actors said this, “Life isn’t about your final moments. It’s about the moments that led up them.” With a statement like that how can you not ponder it. It’s meaning. Really, it’s meaning for you.

I have had my fair share of trials and tribulations. There have been times I’ve wondered what I did to deserve some of those trials. I’ve questioned myself and how I have lived or live my life. Not always the way I should, but in those moments and at those times it felt like the way I should be living them – right or wrong. I have spent much of the last few years really trying to figure out who I am as a person – not just in moments. The problem I was encountering was that I wasn’t doing true soul searching. I was attempting to alter my path, my growth, my change; not my soul. It has really been over the last year that I was able to recognize that and honestly start evaluating myself and who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. And honestly, the person I was a year ago is not the person I want to be. Change started to happen. I have a long way to go, but progress is being made – daily.

I think about all the good, bad, and ugly moments in my life. The bad and ugly are always so easy to remember – to dwell on. It’s the good ones that sometimes we…I forget to remember. When you have watched your world crumble beneath you more times than you care to remember you start to wait for the other shoe to drop. You shut down. Close yourself off. Develop a wall that very few, if any, can break down or climb over. You test people to see if they will stay. You push them away. You self destruct. I’ve done it all and more. It’s easy to remember the devastating blows to your life. The life altering blows. It’s easy to get caught up in them – to allow them to control you and how you see the world around you. What’s harder is to realize they don’t have to determine your outcome. They are moments…

The good…man, there has been a lot of those too. Some I don’t remember well, but I know they took place. Some I do remember. When you experience devastation the good moments are so much more appreciated. Sometimes we allow ourselves to forget the good. We get caught in a cycle of destruction and refuse to acknowledge all of our blessings and the positives in our life. I am guilty of that…much of the time. I try to remind myself that as with anything there will be good, bad, and ugly. If you can get to the other side of the bad you will experience greatness.

Last year, just as fall started, I was in Colorado. I went on a fall foliage drive. In those moments an earth shattering peace filled my soul. For the first time in years I felt peace – even if just for a moment. I was content. My heart was content. My soul was content. My being was content. It was then I realized I had to reconnect with myself – with my soul. My journey began…

What I forgot was that even peace will flee at times. And when it did – twice in less than 4 months I wasn’t sure where to go from those points. I frantically searched for that peace but it just wasn’t there. It was gone. I had planned to return to Colorado again this year to revisit the Mother Nature in all her glory. I didn’t make it and won’t – and damn, it’s a bummer. Then yesterday as I was coming home from training, as I drove down the interstate, amongst all the plains and green trees was an aspen…gold and yellow. And for a moment…

It’s been almost 3 months since my kid brother chose to take his own life. His birthday was last Thursday, the 6th. It’s funny…I have never remembered his birthday. In all the years of his life, I never remembered. But this year, it was like I couldn’t forget it – even if I wanted to. He would have been 29. It was my turn to kid with him about almost being 30. He harrassed me when I turned 30, but the joke was on him – I was hoping to skip a decade and turn 40. It’s hard to think of Matt and not think of him ending his life at a rest stop. Being alone in those final moments. My mind has created it’s own story and visual of how it happened. It is on a constant loop. I can so vividly see those final moments for him. Who knows how accurate it is. It’s hard not to think of what was going through his head in those final moments. And like the words I quoted above, it’s not about those finals moments. It’s all the moments that led up to them. That can be taken one of two ways. What I know is that all the moments that led to Matt’s death I will never truly know. I know the of all of the events that took place over the last few years, but I don’t know what moments led to him committing suicide. 

What I do know is there were so many great moments in his life. He had an amazing life. He created many great moments with so many people. Unfortunately, those moments were not enough. Once again, those not so great moments were all consuming. 

My sister died in 1995, just 6 days before my birthday. That was the second of many devastating losses I would suffer in my life. It took me MANY years to process her death and learn to move forward. For so many years I didn’t have the coping skills or the ability to deal with it. Her death was the result of a car accident. Her finals moments didn’t matter. Her death was…on impact – quick and from what we were told – painless. Megan had MANY great moments. Her life was full of moments that far outweighed her final moments. Sure there were some bad ones, but man, she had some amazing moments in her life. She was happy, and healthy, and motivated, and special. And smart – mensa smart. She had her whole life ahead of her. Her final moments were minor in comparison to all the ones that led to that. It has taken me a long time to understand that but I do.

Our lives are not about those final moments. Regardless of how those final moments present themselves. It’s about everything prior. Our lives aren’t restricted to the moment of our death. Life is about the good, the bad, and the ugly we will go through. That’s what will shape us into the people we are and become. If we allow all of them to impact us positively then we learn and grow and change. If we allow them to impact us negatively then we regress. I can say that because I’ve done both. I have allowed myself to experience both sides of the spectrum. I prefer the former. 

The truth is, life sucks sometimes. It does. Some of us have been dealt shitty hands. Years ago, hell maybe even a year ago, I would have just thrown down that hand and given up. Today, I play that hand and hope for a better one in the next deal. I have a lot of work to do. More than I care to admit to, but I am far more motivated today than yesterday, than a year ago, than 5 years ago. If life is about the moments we create and experience then to create and experience them means to live, to grow, to change, to fight. And that’s what I will do. Life is beautifully chaotic.

White (Hetero Male) Privilege

White privilege exists – whether you admit it or not. It’s there. I have experienced what is called “white privilege” and it took me many years and a great deal of soul searching to admit that to myself. At no point do we ever want to admit we may be afforded opportunities that others many not get.

While white privilege exists, there is one group in particular that experiences more privilege than others.  That group is white heterosexual males. Sure, it may make you uncomfortable admitting that or even acknowledging that it is true. We experience it every day. White heterosexual men will be afforded more opportunities than any other group of people. They know this. Many will use it to their advantage while others will use it to assist others. Just because one is in a field that is “helping” does not mean they are using their privilege to assist others. It’s about their souls; their intentions.

White men who deny that they are afforded more opportunities than anyone else are in denial or are just plain stupid. The “good ole boys” as some may call them. They refuse or have the inability to acknowledge that they do not face many of the struggles that others do. They are okay with rights being taken from others as long as it does not directly affect them. If it benefits them then it must be good for society.

I have had a reoccuring conversation with a particular white heterosexual male since Donald Trump chose his running mate, Mike Pence. Pence is a staunch conservative. I will not deny he has done some good for Indiana, but he is also okay with denying others their rights in the name of religion or conservatism. I don’t deny anyone their right to believe whatever they so choose, but I do not have to support them. Anyway, this particular person continues to speak of how great Pence is and what a wonderful VP he would make. Each time I remind him that he is not at risk of having his rights taken away; violated. He laughs each time stating that will never happen. Of course it won’t, not for him. He does not know what it means to be of the minority. He does not understand what hardships are. I don’t know that he has ever experienced the hardships that many minorities face. He has had every opportunity afforded to him and I believe has taken all of them. He is not at risk of being unable to marry. He is not at risk of being shot dead in the street. He is not at risk of losing his job because of his sexual orientation. He is not at risk of being deported. His life is not in danger. He is a “pure blooded American” who will, more than likely, never experience anything remotely close to bigotry or prejudice.

I do not support the BLM. I think it is a hate group. They incite riots, condone police brutality, spew hateful rhetoric, violate the law and then try talk about it as if they have done nothing wrong. I think they are attempting to divide this country rather than unite it. Regardless, I, as a white female, acknowledge that race relations are an issue in this country. That black men receive harsher punishments than their white counterparts – for the same or similar crimes. Although I am a white female, I AM part of the minority. I am female and I identify as lesbian. I may not experience as much hate as other communities, but I have and do experience hate, bigotry, and prejudice.

I am tired of these men, who believe they have more “value” than others, marching around as though the world will not survive without them. To find pleasure in others having their rights restricted or stripped away from them. I do not speak of all white heterosexual men, but the majority – or at least the majority that I know. I refuse to be a mat for them to walk all over. I stand up for what I believe and many times I am met with disdain. With comments such as, “you always have a response” or “you should have been an attorney”. Why?! Because I challenge your stupidity?! Because I challenge your undeniable belief that the violations of others rights is acceptable?! Because I challenge your narrow mindedness?! 

This post is a result of an even that took place today. One finding the joy of me playing the “bad cop” so that he could be the “good cop”?! I don’t mind being the asshole – I’m pretty good at it. But I do not do it so that one can coddle and play the part of “father.” I do it because I refuse to baby grown ass men. I refuse to play into their bullshit victim stories. I refuse to play into their issues with women or authority. I do it because I am attempting to make a change in the lives of those that may not always be worthy. I do it because treating grown ass men like children is ludacris. I will not comfort them because they need to realize the decisions they made led to their consequences. When one chooses to coddle and comfort those who disrespect women and minorities then I believe they continue to encourage that behavior; therefore, they continue to be part of the problem rather than part of the solution. At which point much of the respect I may have had for them ceases to exist.

I believe we all have the ability to be part of the solution rather than the problem. However, we must acknowledge that which we are most uncomfortable. Our power, our privilege, our narrow mindedness, our ignorance, our stupidity, our denial, our racism. Failure to acknowlege the uncomfortable will continue to creat a divide in this country. I don’t care about your race, creed, ethnicity, age, sexual orientation, etc. If you are not attempting to be part of the solution you ARE part of the problem.