Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I'm stressed. Since Dec 8th when Tim died my body has been rebelling against me. The truth is it's not upset just because of Tim. In fact as I mailed off our marriage certificate form today in the hopes of being legally married soon (Dear God let it be soon), I realized it wasn't just our adoption and Tim that was stressing me out. I've been carrying my stress in my shoulders since I was a teenager and my physio therapist wondered how a 17 year old could produce that much stress. I have a history of carrying the world on my shoulders it seems.
I started back at physio a couple months ago for my hip. I tore my hip in 2008. It took me almost three years to seek help for it and by that time I had major scar tissue build up. My physio thought I was a bit of a moron for walking around on it for so long without help and really who could blame her. More than walked on it I still ran and trained on it. Apparently I'm just not that bright in terms of body care.
I think my endometriosis really sealed the deal for my pain tolerance. Since the age of 12 I had horrific vomit diarrhea inducing periods. I was told some women have bad cramps. Having spent most of my life in extreme pain once a month I think I'm just tolerant of discomfort.
I went to physio yesterday after a rough night of pain to the point I was crying. I've been having migraines almost daily for a month. A few months ago my headaches changed and I started getting what I call "burning headaches". My head literally feels on fire. Sunday night Doug found me crying because I can not stand the fact at 2-3 pm everyday I am overtaken by these headaches until I go to sleep. Why I didn't make a new physio appointment earlier is a mystery considering she has dramatically helped my hip and lower back pain.
When she felt my upper back, shoulders and neck she was rather shocked. My spine was completely locked up and nothing was moving. She tried to adjust me and my spine was having no part of that. She confirmed that yes, it feels like constant pain and headaches. Somehow that made me feel better. As silly as it is when I do have pain for some reason someone else validating it makes me feel better. I think having had "women pain" most of my life and not having that taken seriously I still have issues with admitting I hurt. She gave me homework the biggest one being lying on the floor breathing. I was told to rest and relax. I have too much stress.
The last six years have been hard. Infertility, adoption, birth family reunion, adoption bankruptcy, all with some pretty big deaths mingled in. I haven't really had time to process before something else has come up. I'm not great at processing and grief to begin with. I prefer to write about my feeling rather than to actually feel them. I'm learning though.
For the last month I've been wanting to stay with my mom for a week and just have someone else take care of me. I've been craving that. My physio telling me I need to rest and relax because my body is in trouble somehow put it together for me. I am unable to give myself that permission. I somehow find taking the time to grieve and sleep and rest difficult. Instead I carry it with me and pretend it doesn't hurt until it gets to the point my body is saying enough.
I listened to my body today when I mailed off our marriage certificate and it just wanted to come home and sleep. I thought it was ridiculous to sleep at 11:30 am but I listened. I woke up at 1 and went back to sleep for another couple of hours. My back popped a few times and my neck feels more relaxed now and I think it might be the first time I've really tried to listen to my body. Really handed the reins over to it and let it plan my day.
I have no children yet, I'm off work and my school program lets me work from home. There is nothing that needs to be done right now. I am taking the next month to just let my body heal. To let myself cry, and hurt, and rest, and rejuvenate.
I dreamed a crow was in our condo. There is a crow who comes once or twice a week and sits on the side of our building and looks in at me. This has been happening for four years. I believe it is my dads way of making sure I'm ok. In Indian belief the crow is a messenger and brings people from dark into light. I believe this crow carries news of me to my father. When Tim died the crow came right into our balcony and looked in our bedroom window at me. I loved that. In my dream the crow came in and my instinct was to get it out but our cats and the crow seemed to understand each other so after a few minutes I let it stay. I've often felt the love and support of those I've lost and I believe my dad just wants to help me rest and recover. I think he is saying, let me in, let me watch you while you sleep. Let me help you while you rest. Let me be part of your healing.
I woke up feeling so much better. Feeling ok about my commitment to my body and my mind. I woke up feeling more awake than I've felt in years. I woke up feeling like my body was finally breathing. Finally believing that it would be more than a vehicle for my soul but something I could appreciate and care for.
I'm sharing this here because I need to feel like this is a formal commitment. I need the next few weeks to be a time of rest and love. A time of emotional honesty. A time where my body will heal and I won't be in tears wondering why it hurts avoiding the fact it hurts because I hurt. It is in pain because it carries my pain.
I've never thanked it for it's hard work in fact I've spent the last 6 years referring to it as broken since I knew it wouldn't carry a baby. I haven't appreciated the fact it lets me think, love, dance, breathe. In fact I have rarely let it breathe. Today my dear body I promise to listen. I promise to let you rest from carrying me and let you release some of the grief I have asked you to carry on these shoulders.I promise to let those angels looking over me help in the way they have long been wanting to help. I promise to love you as you have loved me.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I have a deep love for black and white. There is something so visually calming about it for me and I tend to feel my mind very much at ease in a black and white room. I decided to redo our living room. We've only redone the living room once since we moved in and I'm very excited for the couch we ordered to arrive at the beginning of Feb and our new book shelf! I'm going for a black and white Chanel inspired feel. Something comfortable but elegant.
One of my favourite visual movies is Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky. The movie itself is rather soulless and empty but the interior design and fashion is breathtaking. Her sense of style fills the screen and I have watched the movie once with subtitles and once without despite only understanding 50% of the french. Even then the scenery was enough to keep me captivated. Her home has not only a contemporary feel but something of a Tim Burton bizarreness to it. I love the Gothic undertones in the bedroom with the graphic wallpaper. The whole house has an aura of elegance and surprise.
I'm taking inspiration from the movie as well as a London townhouse that's pallet leaves me drooling. I know they are not for everyone but the one thing I love about each photo is that they are visually striking. If nothing else they leave an impression!
I'm planning on sharing photos of Coco Chanel's Paris apartment later this week as well as what I hope to be a glimpse into her very inspiring life. She changed much more than just the world of fashion and as one of her biggest fans I look forward to sharing some of her philosophy and how it helped change society and women's roles within it.
For those on my facebook who read my status on Friday sharing that vital statistics informed me my marriage is not registered thank you for your support! This has been a huge headache but the church we were married at faxed our signatures to vital statistics this morning and hopefully things will start moving now. I have paper work to collect and work to be done but I'm hoping in the next month or so we will be able to joyfully announce that after 6 years of marriage we are officially legally married!! Mistakes happen and while the timing is rather horrendous we are grateful to the church, our minister, and vital statistics for understanding the urgency in this situation. We are also thank you for all of your support! I was rather shocked by the phone call and I look forward to having an extra anniversary to celebrate!
images by Elle Decor and movie stills by Sony Classics