From Zero-to-Hero…


So, I have this obcession with C-list Disney movies… I can admit it. You know the ones I’m talking about… The Hunchback of Notre Dame…. Herculese… yeah. I love them. There’s just something beautiful about them and it makes me happy. Part of it is because I relate to these characters. Herculese is ridiculed because of something that he can’t help… he was born a god and has to deal with the effects of not being where he belongs. But, the one I find that I love the most is Quasimodo.

The theological themes are amazing in that movie too, BTW.

But… The poor guy just can’t get a break, he can’t help he was born deformed … I can’t help I was born with Tourette’s and all this other crap wrong with me. He’s locked away in the belltower by someone who can’t love him, who can’t deal with him. I had a parent who was completely ill equipt to deal with me, and found me to be an embarassment, just like Frollo finds Quasimodo… He finds someone to protect him, someone to care for him … and in my case i was lucky becuuse he loved me back… but the poor hero, he loves this girl and she doesn’t see him as anymore than just her friend.

She’s more than meets the eye too… maybe tha’ts something elst entirely for me? Because I understand where she’s coming from too… I feel like i’ve been locked away where no one else can see, but somehow I’ve always been useful anyway…

I could watch this movie forever… I just love the themes of protecting the outcast, about God saving the outcast and those people who are in a position less lucky … even those in that position can feel like they are alright because there are people less lucky and need more help and love… because Esmeralda can provide for herself. No, she doesn’t love Quasi, but she loves her people and is a good friend.

I guess I relate a bit to both of them. God help the Outcasts…. I feel like I should feel lucky, my TS is sorta undercontrol compared to other people with it… I have to be greatful and happy and when i do complain it’s wrong. Someone else always has it worse than I do … then I attract attention and drama… it’s wrong of me to want that. I watch people on the TS groups complaining about their tics and I know Ive been doing that… I just… I want to be better and I want a cure, but I know that the chances of that are so slim… so What good is it to beg for something for myself when I can take care of myself.

No one really cares what I have to say anyway. I find that I want to talk so much but when I try to … everyone else has so much more to say and it’s all more important than what I have. People can go on for hours… days sometimes even when i’m at my lowest and never even notice that I’ve not said a word. I never say a word. Then when I finally burst it’s confusing… or overwhleming or something else entirely.

 I have so much to say …. at least DragonSpeak is almost done installing, i think I could get more of this out by talking it, not like it matters too much

zero to hero


So, I have this obcession with C-list Disney movies… I can admit it. You know the ones I’m talking about… The Hunchback of Notre Dame…. Herculese… yeah. I love them. There’s just something beautiful about them and it makes me happy. Part of it is because I relate to these characters. Herculese is ridiculed because of something that he can’t help… he was born a god and has to deal with the effects of not being where he belongs. But, the one I find that I love the most is Quasimodo.

The theological themes are amazing in that movie too, BTW.

But… The poor guy just can’t get a break, he can’t help he was born deformed … I can’t help I was born with Tourette’s and all this other crap wrong with me. He’s locked away in the belltower by someone who can’t love him, who can’t deal with him. I had a parent who was completely ill equipt to deal with me, and found me to be an embarassment, just like Frollo finds Quasimodo… He finds someone to protect him, someone to care for him … and in my case i was lucky becuuse he loved me back… but the poor hero, he loves this girl and she doesn’t see him as anymore than just her friend.

She’s more than meets the eye too… maybe tha’ts something elst entirely for me? Because I understand where she’s coming from too… I feel like i’ve been locked away where no one else can see, but somehow I’ve always been useful anyway…

I could watch this movie forever… I just love the themes of protecting the outcast, about God saving the outcast and those people who are in a position less lucky … even those in that position can feel like they are alright because there are people less lucky and need more help and love… because Esmeralda can provide for herself. No, she doesn’t love Quasi, but she loves her people and is a good friend.

I guess I relate a bit to both of them. God help the Outcasts…. I feel like I should feel lucky, my TS is sorta undercontrol compared to other people with it… I have to be greatful and happy and when i do complain it’s wrong. Someone else always has it worse than I do … then I attract attention and drama… it’s wrong of me to want that. I watch people on the TS groups complaining about their tics and I know Ive been doing that… I just… I want to be better and I want a cure, but I know that the chances of that are so slim… so What good is it to beg for something for myself when I can take care of myself.

No one really cares what I have to say anyway. I find that I want to talk so much but when I try to … everyone else has so much more to say and it’s all more important than what I have. People can go on for hours… days sometimes even when i’m at my lowest and never even notice that I’ve not said a word. I never say a word. Then when I finally burst it’s confusing… or overwhleming or something else entirely.

I have so much to say …. at least DragonSpeak is almost done installing, i think I could get more of this out by talking it, not like it matters too much

I go back to work tomorrow


I'm kinda scared … i go back to work tomorrow after being out with my tics all this time … and i dont even know what to really think about it … kinda scared… i want to look like im better but i don't want people to be like …wtf… i just don't know what to do… i want to go back becuase we need the money but i want to be better too… all I ever want is to be better.

Hello world!


over 12 years ago I started my Livejournal and made it private … it’s confessions of a girl in hiding… now… all these years later… I want my journal, but i want someone to know what I’m saying too. So… take a look, take it or leave it…

 

Kurt Cobain said it best:

 

If you read this — When you read this — —You will Judge
And if you Judge– —You can’t learn
Be open — —And you may

— Understand

why?


…. day 2 off that evil drug and the OCD is starting back again. I don't like it… I don't like it at all. I don't really know what to do other than try not to cry and carry on like a great big baby. I'm too old to act like this. It just doesn't seem fair…i know life isn't fair and it's wrong of me to think like that and there are worse things out there and I should be greatful this is all that I have when there is so much pain in this world … I should be thankful this is all that's wrong with me. but I can't help it… I can't help being disapointed and sad and frustrated and tired of being this way. I can't help but want to know WHY… why does it have to be this way

I just don't want to go to work and feel like i'm being looked at, or have to take longer to do things… or just have to be this way today. I was happy… I was really, really happy… for almsot 2 weeks I was happy. It's not that I'm always depressed either, but I just didn't know how it could be without voices in my head.

Things were looking up… they really were… I know this is only temporary, and that I just have to get through these 2 weeks and we'll try something else… my neuro thinks paxil and a childrens dose…I'm just so sad… I thought I was finally getting better… I thought for the first time in almost 20 years I was going to know what normal was. Not have the rage, the breakdowns, the issues…and it was so wonderful while it lasted. I just don't want to start over again… I don't want to have to go through all those side effects again and hope for the best

I'm trying to be greatful for that… I'm trying so hard to be thankful for what I do have… I'm trying to put this into perspective… despratly trying to put this into perspective…. it's just 12 more days of feeling like I'm in hell. but I just wish I could stop crying about it. it's not the end of the world. it's not even important… it's just inconvienant… i just have to keep reminding myself its all only inconvienant…

today was a nightmare


…so my tics are bad, but that’s ok because this happens sometimes I deal with it… I don't know why they’re like this but I just have to keep going. It’ll get better … but today’s inventory and I've been in since 5… and I’m tired … but Larry ( my BM) comes in through the back double doors and then starts to copy my motor tics. Just like my parents did when I was a little girl…. I lost my fucking mind on him… I really just lost it. How could he do that to me. I thought he was my friend, I thought he sorta was starting to understand what was going on with me … I told him what it was, I explained to him what happened and now he went and did that. I told him to get out of my sight. Get away from me. Don’t talk to me. Today has been the longest day in the world.

It’s like he thinks I can just stop this whenever I want. It hurts, I don’t like it… but I just have to live with it and try to be strong because i need to be. This will never go away. It has to be the weather, or my cycle or something…

Everyone is on his ass about this now… Everyone at work. I just had a fit… I’ve made it through the whole day now … Davis stayed home today because of his knee and I told him all about it … he said that I really have to call my doctors, that this is worse than he’s ever seen me. I want to scream and cry and carry on and just have a fit but I can’t. As much as I hate this medicine for making it so I can’t carry on like I useto I’m finally seeing how much of a good thing that is.

Oh! Someone picked up…I’ve been on hold this whole time with LVN… more later.