My life is not a tragic backstory

I have lost a lot. In my 24 years on earth I have been through some pretty fucked up things. Things I  wouldn’t ever dare to share with the world and things I refuse to forget. Suicide, sickness, overdoses, fire, betrayal, abuse, and so much more are all things i work past every day.

I watched a family member drink herself into oblivion, to a reckless point that she had lost her mind and was reverting back to being a young girl again, couldn’t remember who she was at forty-something years old. To be honest, I couldn’t tell you who she was sober. I don’t remember her ever being sober. If she was sober i probably thought she was drunk because she was acting weird. I loved her so much though, to her last breath, I thought she was a wonderful spirit. The alcoholism was just a layer over the achievements she had, a footnote in her strange story.

I have lost friends that I thought were at the pinnacle of happiness, little did i know they were on the slippery slope of danger sliding down the edge asking for death. Choosing the gun, tying the rope, taking the pills that they won’t wake up from. I have seen that cliff and I cling for dear life to the other side, the side that chooses to wake up every day. The side that crawls away from the dark and into the light to see that there is hope and beauty on the other side. That my bad days will never be as bad as my good days are great. I wish I could stop them, save them, tell them to hang on for just a little bit longer and the darkness will clear, but then again, don’t we all?

I was stuck in a very abusive relationship. It was a  relationship that was convenient because he lived right next door to me, and I didn’t know any better. He was the type of guy that always made sure I was cut down to nothing if i was feeling good. He did it in a way that i didn’t know he was doing it though. He cut me off from my friends one by one, he tried to cut me off from my family but clearly that couldn’t ever work. I was 15 OF COURSE YOU CANT CUT ME OFF FROM MY FAMILY, I still live with them. He made it seem like i needed him. So I thought I did. I couldn’t go out with the friends that refused to abandon me without letting him know or he would call everyone that he knew to try and get my friends numbers and then would harass them until I went home. He would get mad at me and threaten to kill himself if i left him. I tried to leave him and he threatened to kill me. My only saving grace was his meth head step father that thought my parents were going to throw him in jail for dating someone underage once he turned 18 and forced him to break up with me. He still called me every night after we broke up to remind me I was still his of course and the first time he saw me hanging out with my friends he called me and told me he was going to strap me to a wheel chair naked, set me on fire and roll me down a hill and then go to my house murder my family dog, and drug my family so they would all die when he lit my house on fire.

My home caught fire. My puppy died. Scott tried to give him CPR. It was Scotts birthday. It was a shit show. It was the home he grew up in. His parents were without a home and without jobs because his dad had just been recently fired. All three of our dogs and the cat we saved after being abandoned in the woods were all killed. Every Christmas present and every one of scott’s birthday gifts were gone. When i get anxiety attacks I can still smell the burned rubbery plastic smell. Its the most awful smell in the universe. I couldn’t sleep well for almost a year. I still have nightmares about it, but I am working through that, and getting better every day.

Whats the point in me saying any of this? It just seems like random blurbs of misfortune and sadness, right? This is my point, my life is not a tragic backstory. The things that happened to me, they will always be a part of my memory, and have shaped the way that i look at life. More importantly, Im alive. I am still moving. Not one of the things in my life has stopped time, and they never will. The things that happen to you are just that, something thats happening. Keep going, even if it feels like things are too scary. Don’t let the things that happen act as a barrier in your life and if you need help ask for it. You don’t need help because you’re weak, you ask for it because you’re strong.

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NATURE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!

So here I am, on my grandparents couch minding my own business, letting the breeze blow in the house. All of the sudden, this humming bird flies in and lands on some flowers in the house and starts sucking nectar. IT WAS AMAZING! The little guy quickly flew out and I thought that would be the last I saw of him, but I was wrong, he came in a second time, I then decided I needed to set my camera up to capture him doing it again.. but he didn’t come in a third time. He fought with another guy outside the door to see who would come in and who wouldn’t get the magical surprise inside.

Scott and I then decided to try and get them to come to the deck while I had my camera out there set to video so maybe I could get a few stills from that, but they didn’t come. I spent an hour after that sitting on the deck watching them flutter back and forth.

My grandpa has spent years coaxing these little guys to make their home in the fruit trees that stand in the middle of their back yard, they finally do. Knowing this I stood out in the middle of the trees with my camera anxiously waiting for one to come into frame. Those tiny little suckers are FAST!  I am proud to say though, i did get one brag worthy picture.

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Side note: I have mentioned that I dabble in photography time to time, right? Not relevant right now, anyway back to my humming bird story.

I named him Ralph and he war cries when he dive bombs. Now every humming bird I see that looks like flit from Pocahontas in color is Ralph. It got me thinking though, NATURE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, GUYS! I feel like I need to share more of it with you, so here i am sitting in my temporary bedroom typing this out and declaring I am going to take more photos, and I am going to start sharing them with you here.

I don’t know if you’re into that sort of thing, but you’re welcome and I’m sorry.

I didn’t die, I swear!!

I’M BACK!! I have been MIA here for a while, but life started happening at a fast rate.

First of all we are 100% moved out of our old place…and into a storage unit. Now, you may be thinking “Nichole, what about the house? Didn’t you buy a house?” Great question. Yes, I did have a house, until the sellers backed out at the last minute. I don’t blame them, the loan we are using required them to hire a bunch of professionals to fix some very necessary things and it would have been very expensive. Was I heartbroken? yes. Am I mad at them? initially yes, but not anymore. Am I having any luck finding a new house? Not really.

You might also be wondering, well if you moved out of your house, where are you now? The answer to that is a very simple one, the back bedroom of my grandparents house. Thats right, two people, confined to one small bedroom. Thankfully we had the good sense to not bring our whole house with us.

Now we’re back to house hunting, and I’m really not enjoying it because its getting really ridiculous. How can you call an open basement that has a laundry room in it a bedroom?? OH, it has a closet and window in it? Okay cool, guess my living room is a bedroom too then. I’m only a little irritated that this is happening over and over again.. its fine, really, I’m fine.

Anyway, this has gone on too long and has gone from me telling you I’m back to a rant real quick. So I’ll leave you with this.. I swear, I will do my best to not abandon ship so quietly again.

I appreciate all you people listening to me yell in an empty room.

Im sorry and you’re welcome.