>I have often described insights coming to me as snowflakes falling softly on my head. I don’t know why i use this analogy as i have never experienced snow in my life. it is possible that the way i receive these insights are not like ‘wham’, ‘crash’, ‘zing’, but more like a soft whisper in my head.
i was thinking about my mood swings and irritation and impulses and wondering whether one gets a hang of handling these things or does biological changes overtake who you are. Just at that precise moment “the whisper in my head” told me that actually i have always been like that, moody, unpredictable, impatient, with little sense of boundary management, volatile, enthusiastic, impulsive, hyper, enthusiastic, ….. sounds a bit like a teenager with raging hormones!!
Except, I am no teenager, i am nearly 50 years old and this is by and large how i have been most parts of my life.
i guess, in a way, i never really grew up.
oh, i am not crying about it, nor do i regret it but it does seem like a long time to be in this state. what accompanies this state is a continuous sense of dissatisfaction of what life offered me and mostly what it did not; every point of receiving a gift from life is laced with a doubt of whether i was worthy of receiving it!
i cant remember for how long i have been in this state. seems like forever. my mood changes more often than the clouds changing their position in the sky! and it often changes towards being grumpy or feeling heavy or being restless ….
I also see the rage that has been my constant companion over the years. in fact it has a form, looks like a figure with a orange flame like thing around and it is moving, shouting, screaming in
rage. i can’t hear what it is saying but i can see the colour and i can see the movement. it is very real. when i see it as separate from me, i can see my rage and then it is easier to manage but most times, it is smart enough to disguise itself as irritation or impatience or restlessness and then i give in. ‘Wham’! it comes with its full blown attack and i realise only post facto!
in fact, people feel i am quite loving but at the same time they are quite afraid of me. their fear is more about my being not predictable. the worse part is i don’t realise when i am not being that.
and i can see what they were scared of post facto and i don’t blame them.
most times my lovingness come to me in gushes like a flow of a stream which is sometimes dry and sometimes overflowing with passion. people at the receiving end can not handle this. they are not prepared to be smothered by it or being bludgeoned to death with my irritation or indifference!
i think being a teenager also means not having received any valid parenting at all. which is true in my case. so how does one parent oneself? i guess the fact that i am in touch with this is a step.
sometimes i look at my daughter and see how similar and how different she is vis-a-vis me. there are times when she is parenting me like a mother i never had. i guess for her, having a mother like me has been tough. but she has grown up to be quite alright.
i miss not having a mother …. very very much …. and i have always stopped myself from grieving, saying what is the use? i guess real grieving has never happened.
I think time has come for me to start ‘mothering’ myself and being a person and not a perennial teenager!
Even ‘Juno’ grew up! 🙂
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