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i figured i suggested the theme, so i ought to write about it

i've been on BL for almost 7 years, and i am amazed at how much i have changed and my interactions with this site have changed. i stumbled upon the site looking for information about rolling, i think i wanted to know if it was going affect my birth control. then i began lurking and do not think i really began posting till a year or two after i joined. shortly after that i went to my first meetup and slowly began making friends thru the site.

i used to post whatever came to my mind because of the anonymity. then i went thru a phase when i was extremely cautious about what i posted because of who might read it. now i am in an in between phase, where i know friends (including my fiancée and roommate) may read things, but i do not care.

i use this blog mostly as a place to rant and complain and get out frustrations so i do not bore my friends with the same issues over and over again. and i may post somewhat cryptic things that apply to my mood of the day. or just amusing tidbits that i want to keep a record of.

as for more about me, here are 25 random things i copied over from facebook: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/blog.php?b=926
it's hard to explain how I maintain
the crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
and the impression I get as the story unfolds
is that you're the hardest thing in the world
i figured i suggested the theme, so i ought to write about it :p

i've been on BL for almost 7 years, and i am amazed at how much i have changed and my interactions with this site have changed. i stumbled upon the site looking for information about rolling, i think i wanted to know if it was going affect my birth control. then i began lurking and do not think i really began posting till a year or two after i joined. shortly after that i went to my first meetup and slowly began making friends thru the site.

i used to post whatever came to my mind because of the anonymity. then i went thru a phase when i was extremely cautious about what i posted because of who might read it. now i am in an in between phase, where i know friends (including my fiancée and roommate) may read things, but i do not care.

i use this blog mostly as a place to rant and complain and get out frustrations so i do not bore my friends with the same issues over and over again. and i may post somewhat cryptic things that apply to my mood of the day. or just amusing tidbits that i want to keep a record of.
When the bomb hit the earth
It told the youth to adore existence
The homeless to rub lotion on their feet
And the beautiful to rest

After the first one-hundred were killed
It told the wealthy to rob the prosperous
For man to run for shelter
And children into arms

When the next three-thousand were dead
It said it would spare the women
Take the homeless
And slaughter the injured

Never before have I heard so many people praying for their lives
From my bedroom window
I can hear them saying
“Oh Lord, please liberate us from this dark night in May,
don’t let the bomb end humanity today”
I've never had a blog before, so bare with me please.

My name is Erica. I live in South Florida.

I also have many other names.

I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, formerly called Multiple Personality Disorder. This is caused by severe repetitive abuse before the ages of about 5-7. I encourage everyone to look up info on DID, even Wikipedia is okay as a basic source. There is some controversy over DID's existence, and my guess is that is caused by people faking it for sympathy or their own reasons. I've seen people obviously faking it in my own group therapy, so it does happen. I guess it sounds like a kind of cool condition. It's not. It's scary, painful and full of disappointments. I have missed so much of my life because it's scattered based on who was there for the event. And while I can remember things that happened when I wasn't 'present', after the fact, there is certainly a lot still missing. Also it's scary, I've self harmed many times while being out to lunch (so to speak), and probably come close to killing myself. I've come to in all sorts of places, including hours away from my home, having no idea where I was or why I was going wherever I was going (or even where I was going). People who recognize me in supermarkets or whatever, generally know me by either Paige or Jessica... I just go with it usually. I don't state my name, I avoid it, and if they state it as Paige or whomever, I just go with it. Also sometimes it triggers me to switch right then and there, if Paige or whoever sees someone she knows, often I will get that split second knowledge and then bam, I'm out for minutes or hours or in extreme cases, days. It all depends.

I have problems making decisions because, well, imagine having 40 people on a bus and having them all agree on one place to go - it's hard to do. At least while I'm depressed, most of them just want to stay home and we can chill. I don't think it will be as easy as I (hopefully) start to feel better.

I am encouraging my whole system to post on here, if they feel like it. I have asked them to identify themselves at the start of a post if they do post, that doesn't mean they will do it, but I have asked them to. They range in age from pre-verbal to 21, as far as I know. They may or may not post, I don't know. They are me, I am them, we are all equal - I am certainly not the 'original' Erica, you put us all together and that's the real Erica... as it is, that will never happen, and I'm the outside world representative, and I respond to Erica mainly. Most of my alters know to respond to it if they are out, at least I think they do, but most of them have their own names. Some of them go by Erica, or don't really have a name. Some of them don't talk to other people and some of them don't talk to me, they are either pre-verbal or non-verbal. And just a note, just because they are a certain age, does not mean I was that age when they were created.
I will list the main ones now, there are many others I only know a little about, and as far as I know they don't tend to come out into public. I will also give some of their attributes, if I know them. This list is just the ones that tend to come out, by age:

Wendy, 3 - likes to play, generally feels content
Sarah, 5 - scared, abused (took most of the abuse from parents, even when I was much older than 5), clingy to mom
Ashley, 6 - arts and crafts, likes making stuff
Tyler, 6 - I call him "Dad's replacement boy", does sports, always tries to make dad happy, does not know about the abuse at all
Brian, 8 - school, deals with teachers, bullies etc
Cindy, 10 - scared, clingy to mom, but friendly to others when they give her attention
Jesse, 11 - musical
Samantha, 12 - abused by teacher in middle school, so generally terrified
William, 13 - passive aggressive, self harmer, cynical
Angelo, 13 - despises parents (actually confronted them about abuse earlier this year), rebellious, tells it like it is
Johnny, 14 - runs away. ran away to Louisiana, and then ran away to come back to FL. basically does the flight in fight or flight
Paige, 15 - very sad and probably the most like me as I am today, knows everyone in the system, knows all of the abuse (I think), is usually co-conscious with me and therefor knows what's going on in the 'real world'
Jennifer, 16 - self harmer, hates drugs, so usually the self harm happens when I'm doing drugs...
(Erica), 17 - another self harmer, but won't talk to me at all, I don't think this one is verbal, but I'm not sure
Jessica, 19 - drug addict
Timothy, 20 - another self harmer, but not physically, only mentally - does a lot of berating and putting me down, in my head of course, things like I could have left anytime if I wanted to (not true), I'm pathetic, worthless, etc... basically a clone of the guy who kidnapped me, but doesn't physically do anything, just repeats all the shit the guy would say to me. He doesn't come out a lot, but I am co-conscious with him a lot, along with Paige.
Stephanie, 21 - workaholic

The ones in bold tend to come out the most. Paige serves as a timekeeper, kinda, and knows everyone, as far as I know. She almost always is co-conscious with me, and with the other alters, too. So she knows most of all what's going on, even more than I do. Yeah, it's complicated... most of them know they are alters, and know me ("Erica"), but they don't all know each other. Some of them only know other alters and don't know "Erica" at all. I don't think these alters even realize that there's a 'real world' out there - they are purely in my head and have no interaction whatsoever with anyone else.
So, that's me. More to come soon. Feel free to ask any questions, I will answer to the best of my ability.
So, I went to my dentist's appointment today, and he had to drill and fill a problem molar on my right side. It is approx. the third time in as many years I have had this done, in an effort to save the tooth, and if I lose the filling again, it may be time to pull it and get yet another implant. The reason for this is that, every time I lose the filling, I also lose a bit more of the tooth itself along with it, and it is getting down to the nub stage. No sweat, I've had three implants already, and will probably need even more of them when it's all said and done.

So anyhow, he prescribed me #6 Lortab 10/500s, and I have eaten two of them today. Being that I am now opiate naive, I have felt blissed-out all afternoon and evening, the first time in about two and a half months. I just feel so, so, so good. Scarily good. Like, "remembering why I was addicted to this crap for five years" good. The two today were necessary to alleviate the pain, as it was an extremely deep filling, but tomorrow morning I am going to take only a half of one and then put them aside. Maybe. 8)

Why can't I ever feel this good naturally? I mean, I do feel good a lot of the time, and "OK" most of the time, but...this feeling is so intense and awesome. I have boundless energy, enthusiasm, and joy. If not for my predilection towards addiction and my past history, I would at least become a weekend warrior with opis, just to experience this wonderfulness. But, to do so would be composed completely of fail, as I KNOW it would turn into twice a week, then every other day, then daily. It would lead to my spending all my money on the shit and panicking when I can't find anything, and being dopesick at least a day or two out of the week, and having to drag my sorry withdrawing ass into work, and neglecting my responsibilities, and losing all my hard-fought-and-won self respect.

And then I'd decide I'd had enough and have to go through withdrawals again. I am serious that I do not know whether I could ever go through that agony again. My cold turkey withdrawal was, by far, the worst I have ever felt, both physically and mentally. Worse than any of the horrendous strep throats I'd get as a kid, worse than when I was 5 and had the measles along with a temp of 105, worse than the postpartum depression I had after the birth of Son One.

If I ever got hooked again, I could very well lose the man I love, or at the very least, put a lot of unneeded strain on our relationship. The man despises drugs; he has been through his own personal hell with his kids and their opiate addictions, their on and off Suboxone treatments and the criminal activity in which they often have engaged around the pills they love to do. I cannot put him through any more of that. we have such big plans, and a life to live together. Neither of us are getting any younger, and addicted years would be wasted years. In addition, I really want to become a PA, and I'd never be given a DEA number to write scrips if something went wrong and I got caught with pills that were not mine.

So many, many reasons to stay off this shit.

If only they did not make me feel like a gazillion dollars.

Oh well. I need buku dental work and probably will require another wrist surgery down the road, so I'll stick to legal, medical, occasional use. It will be something to look forward to every once in awhile. Still and all, kinda sad. Some folks look forward to going skiing or going to Bermuda once a year, and here I am looking forward to root canals and tendinitis exams! =D

But, it's better than being a raging, outta control addict, so I will just accept it for how it is and carry on.

In the meantime, I can't wait for my morning jet fuel combo of hydro, black coffee, and a cig. What a great start to a work day! Breakfast of champions!

Blessings and Peace to all y'all...


JAC
Well, the people have spoken. The discussion theme for July will be 'Introduction'. Have fun with it; posts could be anything from a literal personal introduction to works of prose/poetry involving introduction to photo essays or other visual media on the subject.

No judging or awards to be done or had. This is all just for fun. And maybe to get a couple of the comment whores (/me looks at self in mirror) to make posts of their own. ;)

Perhaps at the end of the month I might compile a set of links to everyone's posts on the subject. Sort of like a topic scrapbook. Kind of in lieu of the competitive aspect of other posting incentives in other forums. Thoughts?
Alcohol is the drug of the defeated.
Hi Everyone,

So, we were able to get some excellent suggestions so far for the Blogs Theme of the Month. To vote, just reply to this entry with your vote, and by the end of the voting period I'll tabulate the votes and we'll be ready to go!

Oh, and since I was an airhead and forgot to set this up last night, we'll have until Noon Thursday (GMT-7) to vote. Sounds good? Good! ;)

The topic choices are:
  • Colo(u)r
  • Travel
  • Happiness
  • Life
  • Survival
  • Introduction

Usual voting rules: only one vote per person is counted, etc...

Aaaaand... go!
Again.

It seems that this happens every time I have to get up early. :X
Today I am craving mdma and methamphetamine.

I keep dreaming that I have little 100 mg bundles of mda that I eat at my grandmother's house when no one else is paying attention. They taste acrid.
Isn't it so complex
in feeling
the imagery of seeing
knowing
feeling
observing
realizing... Open minds sometimes

have closed ears...


really hearing, everything, in a context

with your ears, eyes, and something further.

"why what an inconvenience this dribble is..."

That tapping finger signals...............

Silly it is you no time for importance

for pertinence...

out of time and out of substance
put a gun in my hand and pretend you don't care
said Im walkin thru you bb please stay silent
At least my sister and I now know where our disposition for popping pills comes from... but if it keeps her together enough, I don't care if mum develops a dependence on valium or whatever the hell else a doctor or psychiatrist might care to prescribe her.

As long as she stops stressing over things that are out of her hands... stops thinking that winning this fight against two former employees who are suing us is what "dad would have wanted".

I was told that last Friday she broke down crying in front of the lady from Industrial Relations Commission... I can't tell you how angry it makes me to hear that. Angry enough to seriously hurt some people up there who are behind this.

It's hard to believe that eight months ago we expected and knew of none of this.

I'm going to try and visit Dad this weekend but there won't be much by the way of good news to bring... even the few pieces of luck I've had go my way recently, I've managed to completely and utterly undermine and undo.

Christ I fucking hate winter.
At least my sister and I now know where our disposition for popping pills comes from... but if it keeps her together enough, I don't care if mum develops a dependence on valium or whatever the hell else a doctor or psychiatrist might care to prescribe her.

As long as she stops stressing over things that are out of her hands... stops thinking that winning this fight against two former employees who are suing us is what "dad would have wanted".

I was told that last Friday she broke down crying in front of the lady from Industrial Relations Commission... I can't tell you how angry it makes me to hear that. Angry enough to seriously hurt some people up there who are behind this.

It's hard to believe that eight months ago we expected and knew of none of this.

I'm going to try and visit Dad this weekend but there won't be much by the way of good news to bring... even the few pieces of luck I've had go my way recently, I've managed to completely and utterly undermine and undo.

Christ I fucking hate winter.
wish I could have every Tuesday afternoon off. I got to see my friends last night, and they are always a barrel of laughs, trust me. I can always count on these characters for laughs and let's just say spending a day or evening with them is anything but boring. I heard from my long distance boyfriend again today by email and IM. He's been sending me a lot of them lately. He was off in Brussels for the week attending business conferences, trying to get his own corporation off the ground, which of course will take a while. Well, if anyone can pull it off, he can, although it will probably take a couple of years, I'm guessing, but he knows his stuff.

His cushy career as a CEO with this company that lasted 30 years gave him a 2 year severance pay package, so I figure that by the end of 2 years, he will be generating a decent income again. At his age, it's almost impossible to find a company that will hire him, especially in this economy and being over qualified to boot. My dad always told me to choose a profession that is always needed, that way I could tell an employer to fuck off if I had too, lol. Best advice he ever gave me, and I'm damn glad I happened to do just that, because for me there will always be work, regardless of age.

Ok now I'm going to write about what's bugging me. Although I love Brendan, and he loves me, distance prevents us from seeing each other even only 2 times a year consistently. I could be happy with that. I know full well that he is a playboy, but I told him I don't want to know any details. Still, even though he IS and has always been a playboy, he's always treated me like a lady and the first few times we chatted on line, he never started a conversation with something like, "I'd love to put my cock between your tits" or "I'd love to fuck your brains out," ect. Apart from having strong feelings for him, the main reason I've been celibate for so long is that trying to meet and find a man in So Cali, even for a no strings affair, that caters to my hopeless romantic side, has proved impossible.

Finally, I decided to put an ad online because the frustration and longing for some romantic then later sexual interlude was driving me over the edge. I knew up front that even after stating exactly what I wanted, I'd most likely not find anyone that does not want sex right away and try pressuring me to hook up right away. Sigh. My mind just doesn't work that way, especially after years of non stop celibacy. I've often thought I was born in the wrong time period, well since my 30's that is, or the wrong country. Mom always told me growing up that she thought my generation (which is already old by modern standards) got ripped off because in the early 60's unmarried women could go on multiple dates with the same man and not be expected to have sex. Sex often times wasn't even considered unless they became engaged or something.

In fact, the culture and morays of that time demanded sexual abstinence from unmarried women and honestly, until I hit turned 30, I could only respond to her with a blank stare. They say women get hornier in their 40's, but not so with me. I was horny in my teens and 20's big time and couldn't imagine the frustration of being forced to be celibate with raging hormones. At the time, I thanked God that I wasn't born in her generation because although I wasn't the type to sleep around with just anyone, I still would have been labeled as what Mom called "cheap" or "easy" back then and would have been treated as such. However, now more than ever, I fully appreciate what she meant. The down side of changed attitudes towards sex is that it's actually expected.

That doesn't sit well with me. I appreciate the interest I've received, I'm sure every woman does. Women will always want to be told they are beautiful. The bummer is that in spite of clearly stating what I want, a few people have actually gotten pissed off at the fact that I haven't responded. The main reason I don't respond is because they say they want to meet ASAP or fuck ASAP. Either that or, they are outside the age range I want, or the race that I want. Younger guys are more uncomplicated in that their needs are pretty simple, which is exactly why I don't want to date younger guys. If anything, I stand a much better chance with an old fart like myself that is willing to wait. Getting turned on sexually starts between the ears, not between the legs. I need mental stimulation, romance, then sensuality before I can even think about responding sexually.

My boyfriend has stated too that he wants me all to himself, and he certainly would be upset to find out I'd been with someone else, even though he clearly stated that that was a bit unreasonable. We're not even sure when we can see each other again and its been 8 years. I can't afford to fly out and stay in Dublin, and when he lost his cushy job, I don't think he can afford to come here right now either, or he would have like we planned. That's the way life goes sometimes. In spite of the distance and the money, neither one of us are willing to let the other go and will probably be emailing a long time plus even get together infrequently whenever that may take place.

At times, I secretly feel guilty for posting an ad too every time I think about B. There are 2 people that I'm trying to get to know, but have doubts they will want to pursue anything further once they find out I don't hop in the sack right away. This is why I don't want to hook up right away. I hate wasting my time going through the effort of meeting someone, only for them to get pissed off I won't have sex with them until I'm ready. I only want one partner, once a month and trying to sort out who might or might not work out is a slow process.
ive been so fucking busy the past week; finding time to sit down, let alone write something has been difficult.

things are great but chaotic. works great, but super busy; my homelife is great, but expensive (have hired a nanny for the school holidays to take care of the little miss and between that and leisure money not to mention day to day life; im bleeding dry) ; all in all i cant complain though, so am cruising along at my usual pace dealing with as much as possible and not sweating what cant be done in a day. :D

this entry is super boring. if i went into detail i wouldnt know where to shut up, so much has happened. the most unusual shock i recieved today was via email; my sister had been admitted to hospital with a broken knee and was to be operated on. it feels wierd these days not being able to rush in to see her (we live 2200kms apart); so called the hospital to find out if her surgery went fine, and called interflora to send her some flowers. shes apparently doing well, and is super pissed that its been recommended she cancel her UK trip next month. shes hilarious, i love that woman. <3

anyway guise, im going to stop rattling on about nothing, and go to my calesthenics class; and do some fucking exercise. take care yall. <3
The desire to destroy something beautiful became overwhelming.
So i stomped on a hibiscus flower.
Lemon and crimson apologies filled my head.
What have you done, that is unforgivable?
why is the only absolute in life so painful?
and why does it sneak up on you and buckle you over
just as i catch my footing here comes another wave
knocking me down
until i give in and just let it flow over me
im not a strong fucking person
if i was i would handle this better
it's been 3 fucking years god dammit
why does it hurt worse now?
father's day came and went and i glided over it
not thinking about it
wanting to drive to where we use to live
but not having the balls to do so
instead im here with my mother
who scares the fucking hell out of me
not having my own place and self worth
not finding anything about myself
i just want him back
i cant listen to other people call me stace
or that fucking song comfortably numb
if anyone knew how dependent i was on him theyd realize just how devastated i am and will always be
he always told me we could get through anything
but without his support
without him behind me
im not moving forward

tell me dad, how do i get through this one?
I am officially moved into my new place and it feels MUCH more cozy.

The spot I moved from wasn't very 'homie'. I didn't feel at peace there and my landlords were very pushy and greedy.

My new place is much smaller (but clean and comfy, my rent is cheaper and everything is included with the exception of electricity. Shit, there's even a pool!

Moving SUCKS though! You never realize how much shit ya have until you have to put it all in boxes.

The one thing about the new spot that's kind of a drag is that it doesn't have any windows at floor level for my dog to look out of. Shaman (my Akita/best friend) LOVES to look out the window. I figure his window gazing is just like watching TV for us.

So I started moving stuff out on Friday, finished cleaning the old spot and happily left the keys inside and locked the door behind me.

I treated myself to a couple bags of dope and am now relaxing with Shaman and nodding pleasantly.

Now to unpack, bleh!
My thoughts are racing, and I'm back on Zyprexa again which leads to overeating and weight gain.

The A/C is being worked on in the apartment complex. And I'm smoking non-filter cigarettes again.
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