Fear of Death

Ever since the passing of my beloved pup I have an anxiety filled heart and it has been oozing with the fear of death. I'm sure this happens to alot of people. You lose someone close to you and you start to think everyone is a goner and that fear paralyzes you.
I know, most likely, nothing will happen, but that doesn't stop my heart beating out of my chest and my mind from spinning, thinking of what could happen, waiting for my phone to ring with the devastating news.
Until I get over this, I would prefer everyone to stay home, don't go anywhere, don't pop any pills for anything and don't gulp down any alcohol or anything else for that matter. People have died from choking, you know.
Is that going to happen? Nope. So, I'll sit here until these feelings pass, with my pulse rate skyrocketing.

My dreams can suck it

I haven't had a good night's sleep in a while due to the fact that nightmares have been creeping into my mind for the past couple of nights. It has been a constant recycling of a few dreams that I would like to get rid of.
One of which, I was informed by, not only people who I know, but also complete strangers, that my dog is dead and I was incessant that she wasn't, screaming at the top of my lungs that it was untrue. This one has now showed its face three times. It had done its job, I would like it to move on now.
I know my dreams are my subconscious yelling out for me to acknowledge it and I, obviously, have work to do to deal with the loss, but some peaceful sleep would do wonders.
Obla di Obla da Life goes on, I know. It just takes me awhile. Oh, at the end of the dream I finally stop my hissy fit and screams and I accept it that she is gone. So, I'm getting there. My subconscious is letting me know while I'm swept away in a safe place.
"Don’t be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so."
- Belva Davis

July 22 was...

...the worst day of my life. It was the horrificly momentous occasion in which I lost my best buddy, my dog Lucky. She was more than a dog to me though. She was my friend and companion.
I got her, well, to be honest I kind of stole her from my sister and niece, about nine years ago. During that time, I was extremely depressed and I latched onto her quickly because I felt that she brought happiness into my life when I thought I couldn't feel it.
She stayed with me through all my darkness, my immobile moments in my bed and my unwillingness to move on, so I have been questioning if she had a good life or not. I believe she did because she wanted to be there with me. She had a choice to jump off my bed but she didn't. I believe the reason she was brought into my life was to help me, to be there for me and to love me. And she did all that plus more!
I was with her, along with my friend Karina, in the room when she passed. As my and Lucky's forehead were touching, her nose pressed up against mine, she took her last breath that I felt on my neck. That undeniable feeling that I wanted her to either stay or I go along with her eclipsed my mind entirely. When I pulled my head away, my tears spilled onto her nose. That silly part comforts me in the fact that a part of me, even as minute as a teardrop, was with her until the end.
I question whether or not I will be able to handle such a loss, but I will try my hardest. Not only for me, but for her. She worked too damn hard to get me better for me to just throw it all away. It will be hard and it will be tear-filled, but out of respect for her I will do it.
And to those out there that think "It's just a pet", you can go fuck yourselves! Lucky was more than that and I hope she knows the magnitude that she has touched my life, my heart and my soul.

I wonder how it feels to have total control over the way I feel because sometimes it feels like I don't have any. I never know how I will feel in the morning or if something is going to piss me off that day or make me sad or mad. I feel as if I just throw caution to the wind and jump into each day trying to dodge everything that flies by me.
What I do have control over is the things that I can do to try to prevent my feelings from hopping all over the place; Good sleep, venting my feelings, staying away from anything that can make me shoot me up high because it's the free fall afterwards that I have a hard time handling, like caffeine, alcohol and sugar. I do have sugar and caffeine daily, but not much and I'm prepared for it and I only drink alcohol on occasion now.
I'm moody. I'm pissy. I'm tense. I'm angry. I'm happy. I'm hopeful And sometimes, I just can't help it.

Back Into The Sunshine

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