GUHH

I have no idea whats happening. No, truthfully.

I feel a slight bit of pain in my lower belly extending down to my knees, just like every other day.

Im at work, trying to concentrate, just like every other day of the week… but my head won’t stop buzzing. Im terrified. Im worried. Im confused.

I don’t know if Im supposed to be any of these things but I can’t help it.

My grandma will probably leave hospital soon. She seems to be getting a little better but… I feel so awful. I feel awful because I can’t fully express how worried I am.

Yes, she started to say a few words, wake up a little. But that doesn’t mean what’s wrong will go away. People don’t live forever. And because I have these things in my head I feel terrible.

I would like to think Ive made my peace; that I want to see her comfortable and surrounded by family and calm before the inevitable comes and turns everything over for a while…

But what if that just makes me more broken than I would like to be?

I mean, sure, I, just like everyone else, have been to my fair share of funerals. I hate them. I think they’re strange spaces where we pretend everything is okay instead of actually healing.

Or you know, you’ve just got the wailers that annoy the crap out of me.

Eugh, here I go again. Yeah, I feel salty. Im stressed out. Im a human being. But… I guess Im stuck between feeling awful and hopeless and useless and mad and devastated and annoyed and just… lost.

I don’t know how to feel, what to do, where to go, how to help. Im trying, fuck, Im trying… but youknow, how youre always in this dumb little bubble that is you and your mindspace – and everyone has that so you’re stuck trying but you just don’t know if you’re going to make things worse or help or if it makes through it at all.

Im rambling. Yeah. Im going to just… get back to trying to work I guess.

Dear Whoever You Are

As a person of mixed faith (or none - it depends on our outlook really), I don't know who to ask for guidance.

Ive worn a little Ganesh pendant for about 4 years now. I say it got me through Mums Cancer and Uni and everything in between. But i dont know any prayers. I dont know how to offer thanks.

I made a conscious choice to be confirmed, to serve in the church, to be the little human that got to ring the bell thrice. But after Dad passed I lost all the connection i thought i had to that big building with its cold floors.

I bow my head as others pray. I will say grace. I will listen to a sermon. I have tried to read the bible. When I did I found my favourite passage because it just... fit... at the time.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1 to 13

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

²     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
³     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
⁴     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
⁵     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
⁶     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
⁷     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
⁸     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

⁹ What do workers gain from their toil? ¹⁰ I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. ¹¹ He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. ¹² I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. ¹³ That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.

As we go through all the yaya we moved into our new house, as we wait to see how soon my Grandma may leave us all, I reflect on this passage I found years and years ago.

I find no comfort. I find just words. I find words I stumbled on as people wept over the idea and memories of my grandfather over a decade ago. Words I brought up every time I couldn't understand something. Yet I cant recall the feeling of comfort I thought the words gave me.

So, yes, dear "whoever you are" - you awesome, unfathomable power, or you one aspect of a whole, you entity that could never be understood or simply Im talking to the uncaring push and pull of the universe - be gentle. Not for my sake. For the multitude that call around for updates on her condition, who visit the hospital, who work around her, who stand by her bed and who say prayers wherever they are.

You dont know what you are taking away from them. From us.

I want to, I do.

Hey hey hi howsit going?

So in case you didn't know I'm documenting my 23rd year for reasons unknown. I dont know, I guess I wanted to put a pushpin in time and see what happens when I come back to it. Just like when I look at any of my old videos - where I used to sing, and said dumb things and all the while knowing that was me coming off the back of a breakup I didn't really understand and still trying to figure out what cancer meant for my family.

I wanted to vlog, I did, but Im exhausted. Im tired at work, Im tired at home, Im driven as ever but energy is down at an all time low. I know its mostly worry, insecurity, just all round feeling really really lonely and I don't know if its my depression/anxiety flaring up or just realising that at 23 Im not sure who on earth I am.

We never know though, do we? We're always changing, moulded by whats happening around us and to us and near us. I wanted to be a storyteller. I could say that I still am. But I have no idea how true that is sometimes. I miss drawing. I miss singing and playing music. I miss going home and feeling like I have hours to kill so I fire up a game. I dont know where all of thats gone. I feel like my inner light has been put somewhere for safekeeping and Ive lost the key and cant even remember why I did it in the first place... or maybe I do.

Im scared. Yup, Im a terrified human being. Im scared about bills, my grandmother, my job, my country, my partner. Im drawn out and pulled mentally in all these directions and I just cant get a handle on the fact I have no idea what Im supposed to do and who Im supposed to be in all of this.

I know what I would like to do, to be. I want to be sane. I want to be happy and calm and relaxed. I want to just move house and build new memories and continue in life and try make people happy. I want to work and do good in this world. One day I want to make my stupid movie with tropes and a weird father character and I want to, at some point, figure out how dancing works. I want to teach my cat things, I want to make time to hug all of my dogs and tell them how much they make me happy. I want to put flowers on my fathers grave that I havent seen in years. I want to one day buy a house for my family so my mother doesnt have to worry ever again. I want to do good. I do.

I just have no idea how.