What am I?

I’m broken, weak, in pain and yet it is over such a small thing…In the last two days I have heard the words;

Stop crying, there are people who have it so much worse than you.

Yes, I have never said that my problems were bigger than some other persons, and even though some are suffering a lot more than I am that does not mean that I have to grin and bear it. I want to cry, scream and fall into depression (Okay…I don’t want to fall into depression…Its uncontrollable…)
To others what happened seems like nothing big, the world is a dark and beautiful place and things will get better.. It’s really easy to say;

You will find something else…

But what if I wanted this? What if for the first time in a long time I thought about something and I was excited? What if this was going to lead me to my future?

I have spent two years searching for a job…ANY JOB.

I haven’t really been excited with the prospects, but hell, I want to work…

….Except no one hires me. I don’t know why, I’m a nice and very capable person, but no one is willing to give me a chance…So I have decided that maybe an apprenticeship is the way to go…
I found the perfect one, Planning Projects & Events at a theater, something that I have always been passionate about, I got excited and that became even more so with the interview that followed my application.
The girls that interviewed me were all so sweet and great, I felt like I could really belong in this group…

But, last night I got an e-mail saying that although they liked me, I didn’t get the position.

Reading that e-mail that looked so much like the pile of rejection letters from all of the jobs I had applied for shattered me.

I read it and for the first five minutes remained still in front of the laptop screen, staring at the ‘kind’ words of rejection….I didn’t feel any strong emotions, until the bitter laugh escaped my lips, I laughed and laughed and laughed..
Tears soon followed…
Why? Because I had really wanted this, I had put all of my hope, hard work and preparation into this opportunity and all I got from it was another heart break.

Of course I will keep applying for everything I can, but I have lost hope, why would anyone hire me after so many people didn’t give me a chance?

I wish that our world was more like the tv shows we watch, a person doesn’t get a job but then they demand why and explain just how good they can be for the company and bam, the people change their minds…Well of course its not that easy here…

I don’t know how long my heart is going to hurt over another shattered dream, I don’t know how long I can actually keep going on smiling at the world…

All I want to do is lock myself in my room and keep my soul safe from the frost of this earth….

But of course…I can’t do that…All I can do is keep going no matter how much it hurts and no matter how many times my family makes me feel like complete dirt because I don’t have a job or a husband…

Why am I even here? What is the point of my existence? I don’t matter…I’m  not….

I’m not smart enough.
I’m not creative enough.
I’m not thin enough.
I’m not beautiful enough.
I’m not sweet enough.
I’m not strong enough.

What am I?

Choices

I have spent a lot of time imagining what my life would be if I made different choices.

Would I have had a better education if I endured the pain and continued going to school diligently even if my body and mind felt like they were broken?
Would I have been loved more so if I lost weight?
Did I spend too much of my time reading fiction instead of going out?Did I watch too much Anime instead of Gossip girl? Is that why people didn’t like me?
Should I have stayed silent when they talked about other people?
Should I have kept quiet about the attack that happened?

Am I just someone who will never be able to fit in no matter what?

Truth is. Yes. I will never be able to fit in with the whole crowd.
No one can.

I should have never started to wonder what my life would have been like If I hadn’t watched anime, or read fiction, I should never have started to worry about telling people what I think because its just not me, and if the choices that I had made were different, I would not be me, I would have become and empty shell of a human being and that is not what I am now.

For a very long time I had struggled with the world and peoples views, I didn’t understand why everyone couldn’t be accepted as they were, why all these rules of Hot or Not existed, but now I understand.}

It is not in my power to change these things in the world, but that doesn’t mean that I have to endure the words of others who don’t see me as I am.

This world is a scary and beautiful place and there will always be a place for me, I have found people that I care about and that care about me, we understand each other without having to put everything into words and accept each other with all of the flaws and gifts that we possess….

And in the end of the day I have a place where I am accepted and that is called home. So, I am me, the choices I had made, did make my life a little more difficult but they also helped me shape and mold my own mind, they helped me see the world at its darkest and brightest and so I even if I had a chance to relive my life I would have made the exact same choices for no one can define me.

2015

My first post in 2015, I thought I had to write something spectacular, something different to show that I evolved at least a little since the last months of 2014, but truth is, I am still the same.
the good thing that the end of the year has brought was a little dulling of the pain I felt since April 2014, a little sunshine in corners of my mind that had been covered in the darkness of events  I had no control over.

I will make 2015 a brighter year, it will fill my mind with so much light that the pain will have no other choice but to leave my soul and let me rise above.

That is a promise I make for the upcoming year.

A few changes have happened since December. I have not technically broken my promise to write more in my blog since I have moved into a new place and have only been connected to the internet.

I hope to keep writing at least once a week now that I am on a stable path.

Well to all the people who follow me, Thank you and Happy Belated New Year!

Darkest Hollows

I find this song so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. I found it a little while ago and then learned the story behind it.

This song was written for the daughter that Steven Curtis Chapman lost in a tragic accident.

Knowing this the tugs on my heartstrings are even harder.
I was raised by a single mother and my father never bothered to come see me, call me, or even send me a birthday card.

I know that my mom was the one who left him but for most of my life I hated the man, I felt abandoned and like half of me was missing.

I am the kind of person that doesn’t show their pain outright, I write it all down. So whenever someone asked me ‘..and your dad?’ I would just laugh it off and say ‘doesn’t matter I have the best mom’ and part of that is true, my mother is a wonderful person and even when we argue we always make up.

But, I hated him. In my life I saw him three times and those were accidental..
I always wanted a father who would be there for me, who would teach me how to ride my bike or drive, who would help my mother, but no I have no one.

And although I write all of this, recently it came to my attention that, the hollowness that makes me incomplete in my chest is starting to hurt more. I hate that part of me that wishes he had raised and cared for me. I am a strong independent woman and wish I could just forget about him.

Truth is, if something happened to him, this man that is a virtual stranger to me…I would hurt even worse inside. Because no matter what I say or write he is my father and even though my hole being tries to deny it, a part of me loves him…

Lightening hair naturally (cinnamon)

So this is a pretty easy recipe to do at home. I will warn you that it might get messy. The effect it will produce is 2-3 shades lighter than what you began with. This recipe is all natural and so it can be used as many times as you want so that you can get the shade that you want.

What you will need.

3-4 Tablespoons of Cinnamon powder
1 Cup of Conditioner
1/3 Cup of Honey

Towel
Shower cap/plastic bag
Wide tooth comb
Wooden or Plastic spoon

Optional:

Gloves

Process:

Wash your hair like you normally do with your shampoo.
Let it dry a bit, when it feels just a little damp, take your comb and brush it out.

At this point mix conditioner, cinnamon powder and honey together to get a thick brown paste. Use a wooden or plastic spoon and a glass bowl (metal cutlery can react differently with the ingredients.)
Now, split hair into sections and apply the paste evenly making sure it doesn’t get onto your face (cinnamon makes skin red and sometimes can cause and allergic reaction on the spot.) I don’t recommend rubbing into your scalp either just apply gently.
Once you finish that put on your shower cap or plastic bag and then your towel.

Leave the towel on for 30 minutes so that the hair can get all nice and warm. Don’t worry if it feels hot and itchy at that point that is just the formula working.

After 30 minutes you can remove the towel but keep shower cap or plastic bag on. It will take another 3-4 hours to work, the longer you leave it on the more interesting the result.

Once you remove the cap wash your hair out well, you can use a bit of shampoo if you need to but there is no need for it as the conditioner should be enough.