Beats me if I know. Yet I am longing for something I may never have even felt before. And if I get it, will it be everything I expect it to be. 


I am thinking about two kinds of love tonight. 
My littles (alters) are feeling a real low and unloved feeling. They just want someone to hold them, like a motherly love. This is something that was absent in our life. We don't remember being held, rocked to sleep, cuddled with and now we long for it. But how can that possibly be. How could you long for something if you never knew it of it before? Is it possible that you are born with the need to love and be loved? How did I ever learn how to have love for others in my life if it was something that was never really around before?

We feel an overwhelming sense of sadness tonight because we are sitting here all alone and feeling sad and we have no one in our life that we could say hey, can you come over and just sit with us, hold our hand, hold us in your arms. Sounds so pathetic when you say it out loud, or even write it for that matter. You can have a hundred people sitting in a room with you and still feel so utterly alone. I hate that feeling. I am not sure what has triggered this but it is how we are feeling inside.

The other love I long for is to be in a relationship. I so bad want to be able to hold someone in my arms and make them feel special. I have so much love to give and yet here I am sitting once again alone at night, waiting to go to bed alone. I miss being with someone so much. I would make a great wife and yet no one seems to want me in that way. Sure I am not really going out and looking for it so I guess that is why I never really had the chance.

I am just so tired of feeling all alone, inside and around me. Life is too short not to be happy. I just often wonder where my happiness has gotten too. What am I doing so wrong in life as a person that happiness runs from me. 

I really hope this doesn't all sound like I am trying to feel sorry for myself because I am not. It just has been too long without someone to hold. 

I am also concerned I am not really ready yet and maybe I am looking for something that is not for me right now. It is just so hard to believe that no one is out there for me. And I am also worried that I will find someone only to find out that I am too much for them with all my issues around mental health and addiction. But these are my past mistakes not my new beginning. Do I deserve another chance? Or have I already used them all up?

Anyways, I am just sad right now and feeling alone. I am trying really hard to stay clean and not self harm. Some days are easier then others but tonight seems to be one of the hardest. Mark my words though I will do whatever it takes not to use or self harm. I will rely on some of the tools I have learned so far to cope and I know if I do that I too will get though this moment. And feelings are not forever, they just are. I have learned it is an easier process to sit through them, then try to fight against them. It only brings forth more pain.

In Love and Light, Kido

 
I sit here tonight in utter shame...

I have never felt more useless and unworthy in quite some time.
Despite my difficult day my true heart came out and I helped more people then I should of. And now I sit here bloody arms and a lit cigarette in the ashtray and wonder why I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Secretly hoping the world and all that exists would disappear. I say this with such fear for the candle of hope within is still lit, and I quietly sit here with God and pray he knows my heart better then my words and thoughts. 

My candle is lit not from my own hand however.
I have people, other human beings in my life that deem me and the others inside worthy of a flame. Despite my attempts and some days success of blowing it out, they are there lighting it over and over. Offering me another chance at hope. A gift I sadly cannot take with gratitude most days. 

My heart is heavy and my lungs smoke filled, an unhealthy attempt to feel better. No longer forcing the white powder up my nose and soaking my liver with poison, and fogging my brain with unrealistic truths of brilliance, I find myself sad. Overwhelmed with, I even hate the word...feelings. No powder, poison, fog, or brilliance to numb the pain, fear, sadness, felt inside my deepest cells. My whole body wholes this pain. To feels this torture, a prisoner of history. 

I am greeted with claps, embraces, smiles, and well to do for the strength, and courage to with hold these death sentences from my body. Grateful for the love each holds out to me, it however offers no hit to raise the self worth but rather is a reminder of the self hatred glances I give my soul with each reflection in the mirror. 

This is my insight into where my brain goes with the above paragraph and how my damage thinking has tried to figure this out. As food has a short visit into my system before meeting the toilet, the blade takes bloody trips across my skin, as smoke fills my lungs with cancer causing agents, and actions spew from my body, I am to stand proud? Proud in recovery!? 

Truly recovered I am  not. My disease (addiction) is quite active and on a rampage of destroying my being. In a few short days I will be given an honor of receiving a one year clean and sober medallion. I feel less than deserving because as I sit here with God's arms wrapped around me, I am a fraud, a fake. I have but only tackled one symptom of my life threatening illness. 

Many losses have happened over the last little while, and although I am desperately trying not to offend God, I am questioning why? A question that offers no real good or meaning to anyone. Cause in my experience knowing why has never taken away the truth of the matter. 

As I end this silent scream, as the blade is put back in the box, the cigarette butts over fill the ashtray, and I send one more pray towards God, I am filled with tears because the next step is unknown, the faith is shaken, and the truth that shall set me free is locked away for another night.










 
I will work hard to try to remember to never forget everything Safety Queen has taught us and helping me to be a great protector...cause I suck at it right now...so questioning my purpose.... ~Paula Bear
 
My New DID Photo Collage "Many Faces/Alters" Original Kido Bunch, As you see us!
 
My new black hair! Hee hee ~Paula Bear Thanks, good style girl! I let her do it!
 
-tears
-hope
-having a voice
-getting through what hurts me and those around me
-being strong means I survived
-being strong mean I have overcome
-being strong is knowing I have loving support
-that I can face anything without having to self harm
-that after being brutally raped last month I didn't go back to using drugs/alcohol
-i survived the attack and didn't take my life
-that in 3 days I will have 11 months free of drugs and alcohol, on my way to one year
-being strong is facing my abusers
-putting my rapist in jail
-holding my head high when someone put me down for my weight
-for being proud that I am a woman who loves woman
-that I too am worthy of being loved
-that I can shine even in the darkest storm
-also being strong is returning to my home which is the scene on the crime
-sleeping in my bed after what happen there
and I AM STRONG because I don't do it alone, I do it with God and supports who help teach me everyday to say I am STRONG because I cry, because I am scared because I am vulnerable because I am worth it BECAUSE I SURVIVED! None of this is done in the dark, none of this is hidden. I stand strong with pride because my story has a voice now, I will be heard!
 
Not in a good place in this moment. I know the following images are graphic but the reality is my own. I messed up and wish I could tell someone. Feels somewhat sad to share this to many who read and yet in my own world offline, I have to be silent... I am so sorry, it just hurts so deep. 
 
Safety! It is something many take for granted. I have been given this gift again. I met a beautiful stranger that helped to put this concept back into my life. 

Bethie, awww Bethie, my sweet, giggly little bundle of joy. 4 Years old and full of spunk and life, with a tongue that never shuts up. Hee hee.

This beautiful stranger took Bethie for a walk the other day at the hospital. (As we are inpatient right now in a woman's trauma ward.) Our heart is smiling for what Claire has done for us. She had not one ounce of embarrassment or judgement in her and we appreciate her a great deal. Claire took us out on an adventure to get a $10 salad. We helped her to pick out just what she wanted in her salad. 

The only hard part is that I wish I didn't just have pieces of our $10 Adventure but the whole outing. I remember Bethie and Claire J-Walking across the street and a brief chat around Law and Order SVU. Also waiting inside the Salad place with Mr.Monks in hand. =)

After being sexually assaulted in our apartment we were left with feeling completely unsafe, lost, afraid, and alone. 
Claire offered an awesome suggestion to leave us feeling safe. Many times in our life we feel unsafe, unheard, and miss understood. We never felt any of these things with Claire. She made Bethie feel safe enough to come out. We feel like she heard how much we are hurting and there was no judgement in her presence what so ever. 

Claire made us feel okay about things for the first time since the assault. Like a deep breath and a big hug. Regardless what we decide to do around the suggestion, for the first time, it feels like enough. Enough is something we never get to really have or feel. It always feels, never enough, good enough, pretty enough, smart enough, just never enough. Thanks Claire for giving us the feeling of enough. 

That $10 Salad walk was the turning around point to the road of healing again. Although we are still struggling inside and out we have hope again that things may start getting better, that the hard times will not hit so hard or last as long. We know there will be times when it still gets tough but hope, hope is what will get us to the other side.

Once again Claire, thanks so much. May your small deed be known for the greater impact it had on us. We now are sitting in the apartment alone and for the first time feeling a moment of contentment. May you always have your beautiful heart girl! 

Hope you enjoyed the salad, broccoli and all! LOL Big Safe Hugs! ~Valynn and Bethie!
 
...very scared, just the same!
 
All is lost, in one moment in time...that moment has froze me. 
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