Survivor

So this is something that took me back to a not good situation, and just wanting some advice.

Seven years ago I left a very bad marriage, my kids on their own decision have nothing to do with their dad.

Today in my mailbox, and in all of my neighbours mailboxes was a letter.

Saying they (not sure who they are!) are attempting to reach my ex urgently regarding an important matter. And there’s a phone number to call urgently.

Do I
1 call them because I do know where he lives
2 ignore the letter

I know he’s not a good person, and this will probably be about something bad that he’s done.

It’s also unnerving that they’ve traced him back to here (I still live in the family home. But I paid him out so me and my kids could stay)
And it’s embarrassing that my neighbours also got the same letter, addressed to the occupant. One of them had opened it, and put it into my mailbox.

This has brought up a lot of bad feelings which I was trying really hard to get over.

Thank you for reading, and any advice is greatly appreciated.

In the journey of life, every soul seeks to enrich its existence, weaving a tapestry of experiences, knowledge, and connections. My name resonates with the desire for growth and enlightenment. I am Jen, an ardent seeker of wisdom and empowerment. Through the labyrinth of existence, I embrace every tool and insight, cherishing the moments of sharing, learning, and evolving.
Life unfurls its mysteries through victories and losses, offering us glimpses of purpose and community. Each encounter, each lesson, whether gained or lost, contributes to the symphony of our existence. In the depths of our struggles, we often feel alone, grappling with battles we believe are uniquely ours. Yet, within the human experience, lies a paradox; while our paths are individual, our emotions, our quests, are shared.
It is amidst this shared human tapestry that platforms like this emerge as beacons of light. They offer sanctuary for the curious, the seekers, and the wanderers. Here, we find solace in the realization that our struggles, our triumphs, are threads woven into the fabric of a larger narrative—a narrative of community, empathy, and understanding.
As I stumbled upon this platform, my curiosity ignited like a flame in the dark. It beckoned me, promising a sanctuary where minds converge, ideas intertwine, and understanding blossoms. For in this digital agora, we transcend boundaries of time and space, forging connections that transcend the limitations of our mortal coils.
So, let us journey together, fellow seekers, as we navigate the labyrinth of existence. Let us share our stories, our wisdom, and our vulnerabilities, for it is in this communion of souls that we find the true essence of what it means to be human.

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I stumbled across this young man's YouTube video about losing his mom to suicide and feeling guilty by not speaking to her and seeing the signs. I looked at some of his other mental health videos and he is often attacked and being called gay and I found his fb and many people attack him for his mother's death. So I figured I'd post on her to get this young man some love and support.

youtu.be/oTCFc5Y9mGI

#bipolar #MentalHealth #Suicide #SuicideAwareness #SuicideLoss #SuicideLossSurvivor #Survivor #MentalHealthAwareness #BipolarDisorder

Every morning I wake up and lately I have wanted to just scream and cry, but I can't. Do you ever feel like you are living the same day over and over again? It's like you wake up and think, "Seriously, didn't I just do this all yesterday?"

I imagine most non depressed/anxious individuals think or feel nothing when their alarm rings, and they proceed to start their day. My mother is one of them. She is awake and making breakfast at the same time early in the morning. She thrives on God, church, taking care of others and accomplishing her daily goals. She is happy inside of her bubble no matter what life throws at her.

I on the other hand feel doomed the minute I open my eyes. It's been a difficult 5 years. Before that, it was 10 years and before that I was hard at work in grad school.

Yes, that would make me about 38 years old. I also still live with my parents despite graduating top of my class in undergrad and doing everything in my power to live a relatively 'normal life'. You know, the American dream. The life with the house, car and 2.0.0.5 fur-babies. (Ok, they are fur babies in my book because I know I cannot handle children on top of my other various health conditions. I don't think any child or person should have to endure the hereditary suffering I have, but more on that later.) There is more to the story but let's just say there isn't a tsunami of crazy life that I have not encountered.

I wake up every morning already feeling the stress of the day not even knowing I am conscious. Lately, most days I wish I could sleep more, take a drive by myself or just watch Christmas movies bundled in a comfortable blanket. Some days I give myself permission to do this. Yoga and music are often another great escape during these stressful times.

However mostly, I have felt hopeless that life will continue to be me waking up to yesterday's issues. The rat race of life becomes faster and faster and I become slower and older.

In the words of "Jeezy" in one of his infamous songs "Soul Survivor" I find some comfort that I am not the only one living like this. I quote, "This ain't a rap song, n****, this is my life, And if the hood was a battlefield, then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)".

It's just another day. It's just another day, everyday, every morning.

#mentalhealth #Depression #Anxiety #hopelessness #struggle #tired #stressed #MentalIllness #Survivor #jeezy #soulsurvivor #americanlife #Normality