My emotions cloud and distort my reality anger brings out passive aggressive social media post sadness tells me Iβm worthless joy makes everything seem magical numbness makes me want to end it all hyper-sexuality makes me want to fuck almost everyone
My emotions cloud and distort my reality I get paranoid, mad, sad, happy, and horny all in one day My escapes used to be fucking and drinking But I got older and wiser And now I run and I write
My emotions cloud and distort my reality And I learned to regulate and control them I observe, I listen without judgment and I honor my emotions
My emotions cloud and distort my reality but now only for a short time And Iβm in control again Iβm no longer a mess of destruction and chaos
This was my response to prompt #26 : How has your life changed in the past year
it’s been one of the best years of my life
2022 blessed me with more joy and growth than I could have dreamed of I changed my narrative from a woman full of anger and resentment to a woman full of contentment and an appreciation for everything Unexpected and pleasant surprises filled up my year swimming for the first time to Taylor Swift music concerts that brought on catharsis a spontaneous trip to my homeland where I found a stable sense of identity and my accidental bangs in that beauty salon in Lima I also learned to place my solitude as a priority for my recovery journey It was the year when I stopped chasing love and unabashedly started chasing my dreams, conquering my fears, and learning to love the woman in the mirror Itβs been one of the best fucking years of my life when I finally learned the meaning of gratitude and healthy love
the beginning, the middle, and the end of this year-be brave and get the bangs
As 2022 ends, I feel a sense of gratitude and peace in my heart for how many blessings Iβve had this year. Iβm closing this year off with immense serenity in my life. Thatβs saying a lot for me who used to live in chaos and for adrenaline rushes. Iβm not saying Iβm βhealedβ or βcuredβ of my BPD but I will say that Iβm so much better at managing my emotions. This year has been about recovery from my BPD symptoms that often left me in a constant influx of emotional chaos. While I still feel my emotions intensely, they donβt control me like they used to. Iβm a much happier and content person at the end of this year than I was starting off the year. In fact, this has been one of the best years of my life. I wanted to give you some insight into what helped me:
1.Routine and Consistency pays off-
In the latter half of 2021, I started to pay really close attention to how I was spending my time and learned what was working for me and what wasnβt. When Iβm not working, I incorporate a routine of wellness and creativity that helps me feel balanced in my otherwise super busy life with 2 jobs and 3 kids. I make time for exercise 1 to 2 times a week and write daily. Iβve learned that this combination has helped me so much in bettering my mental health. The endorphins from walking/running always makes me feel better especially after a rough day. Writing every day has been instrumental in helping me manage my emotions. I journal every day and try to write poetry daily even when Iβm not super inspired. Do I like everything I write? No, but I donβt filter out anything Iβm thinking no matter how crazy or dumb it seems like at the time. If itβs a poem, I tell myself, well I can always revise and edit later. This first draft is almost always going to be rough. Hereβs a poem I wrote about it:
2. Find your own Happy Place or Happy Places This year Iβve felt a sense of overall contentment in my life because Iβve learned how to be happy. Happiness is a hard emotion for me because Iβve been depressed and anxious for the majority of my adult life. However, one of the things I learned this year is to build happiness, and sometimes that looks crazy. Music, writing, nature, exercising, and food are a few of the things out of many that bring me joy. This year, I even made a playlist called βHappy Musicβ with Yung Gravy and Jack Harlow songs that hype me up. Here is that playlist:
3.Take back the Power from the things that have made you feel powerless
I used to live in a world of insecurity and fear about a lot of things. I allowed my fear of failure to keep me from living a full life. Last year, I decided to stop doing this and just started living unapologetically and authentically. I stopped caring about how Iβm perceived to others for the most part. One example is that I was always too afraid to call myself a writer/poet because 1) I wasnβt published 2) I didnβt feel like I was intelligent or eloquent enough in my writing to do so. In fact, when I was posting poetry in 2016/2017 I used to call my writing mediocre and I now think that was a disservice to myself. It was me devaluing myself and my art. This year, Iβve learned not to judge what Iβve written or decide to post. It might resonate with someone or it might not resonate with anyone.What matters to me is that Iβm being brave enough to share it with the world.
stop that shit
4.Whatever you do, donβt suppress your feelings.
This one is one of the healthiest things you can do for yourself. For years on end I had been conditioned that anger and sadness were these negative emotions that I should try my best not to feel and express. Even when I allowed myself to feel them, I still spiral into a loop of shame and guilt about it. I went through a process this year of learning to let go of that shame and guilt and fully feel those emotions, express them (sometimes through exercise or writing), and organically letting go of them. Iβll admit, sometimes I do get hateful when Iβm like this and a hateful poem happens but I tell myself, this is me in this moment and doesnβt define who I am. Itβs like an emotional burp or first thought that needed to be expressed. Yes, sometimes I call my poems emotional burps or first thoughts. Doing this has helped me find more contentment, satisfaction, and gratitude in my life in general. Here is an example of one of those βemotional burpsβ:
5.Be Protective of Your Energy I cannot stress this enough. The only way I was able to really thrive this year is to understand I could not extend my emotional bandwidth. One thing that kind of drained me was men,relationships and sex so in May when βCβ stopped responding to me, I decided to delete his contact info, archived our photos and pretty much ended that relationship on my own terms. I was honestly really proud of myself because I took it in stride and accepted it because well me and him had a good run. I also told any other men I was kind of entertaining that I wasnβt available for anything aside from a platonic friendship. With that, I decided to give myself a year of celibacy from that part of my life. It was rough starting out because aside from a couple of months here and there, I donβt remember a time in my life when I havenβt been romantically involved with someone. 7 Months later, Iβm much better. Iβll admit that celibacy does suck at times but itβs been completely worth it. Itβs the break I needed to really discover who I am without the validation from relationships and men Iβve been dependent on since the age I was teenager. I plan to date sometime in May after my divorce is final provided I feel like I have the energy. Right now, my energy is really happy and thriving and Iβm continuing to build on this.Here is a poem I wrote about missing my white jacket after me and βCβ ended:
6.Acknowledge and take accountability for your part in your misery
Iβve been doing this on and off for the past 5 years but if I had to be honest with myself, Iβve also blamed others unfairly for my misery. Itβs not that I donβt acknowledge that the actions of other people have caused me pain or that I condone that pain but at the end of the day I canβt control them. I can only control myself. This means I choose what situations I put myself in, who I allow into my life, what energy I let in, etc,etc. I used to think that life happened to me and I didnβt have much power over it. Thanks to a deep level of self awareness and introspection, Iβm hyper aware of much control and power I have over my life and damn, it’s way more than I expected. It took me a while to get here and it sucked because now I canβt blame my parents, my exes, or that idiot who put a triggering status post on facebook about politics- itβs really me and how I react to it/them. As difficult as it has been to acknowledge this, it has also helped me feel this sense of peace in a lot of ways. I sleep way better at night understanding this concept. I also understand that there are things I wonβt have control over but I always have a choice as to how I react to it. Here is a poem I wrote about it:
2022 was one of the calmest and best years of my life. This year was my year to rest and recharge because I know 2023 will be chaotic with all the changes Iβm making in my life. These changes will be uncomfortable but like someone once told me, βyou have to go out of your comfort zone in order to growβ. I hope that whatever happens; I continue to grow and learn from the experience. Iβve healed and transformed into the healthiest version of myself but still understand that Iβm a work in progress. I look forward to continuing this journey of self discovery and am excited about whatβs to come.
This is my response to prompt #9 : The best way to spend a cold evening
this was me earlier this when I read this poem at open mic
A warm fire heats us up as we lie naked underneath lots of blankets we laugh and joke about our βcomedy of errorsβ that had to take place in order to get here Vulnerable in intimacy in each otherβs arms unmasked from all of the preconceptions of who we thought we needed to be to love each other loving each other in our worst moments while finding joy and euphoria in our best moments like this one
Iβm not meant to be loved behind closed doors or only at night or kept as your little secret Iβm not meant to be the mistress, the side chick or your on call whore Iβm not meant to be devoured at your convenience in 2 hour increments Iβm meant to be taken out in public in the daytime and introduced to your family and friends Iβm meant to be part of your relationship status, your girlfriend, your partner in crime Iβm meant to be paraded and exhibited everywhere but most of all Iβm meant to be loved out loud
This is in response to prompt #22:Something all people should know
me reading this poem out loud at open mic
stop allowing the world tell you who you should be embrace who are with all of your imperfections being βflawless βis a lie sold to us by a consumerist society who uses our insecurities for profit– the countless anti aging creams catered to women of a certain age even more weight loss shakes and gimmicks targeted at everyone feeding us a false narrative that if we are skinnier or younger weβll somehow be an almost perfect ideal of human be whoever you need be to fit your own brand of happy everything else is bullshit
This was my response to prompt #22: Something all people should know
me eating my pizza contemplating making a passive aggressive post
Stop shaming your shadow self trying to constantly shut it down telling yourself itβs not a part of you itβs been there since you were a child acknowledge it, walk with it Let it be seen, let it be heard even if that sometimes looks crazy or weird Let that bitch or asshole out Otherwise it will consume you
I wrote this in December of 2021 when I got on a new form of hormonal birth control. It’s an understatement to say that it amped up the intensity of my emotions.
I was a mess but at least I was a hot mess…lol
Iβve bled for more than 40 days and 40 nights but my doctor says I need to grin and bear it My hormones are in constant flux I want to die, I want to scream Is God punishing me for my past sins? My mood swings are uncontrollable No matter what I do, I canβt find the calm Anger, rage, sadness, and despair are my emotional staples And within a span of 3 weeks I write poetry at 3am, crash my car, and breakup with my friend When will this madness end? My doctor says give it 6 more weeks but my mind and body are losing it over this 2 inch form of torture Will the next 6 weeks get calmer? or will I go down in infamy?
This was my response to prompt #25:A thing your life has in excess
I still get mad when it rains though
I lie to myself about my lack of love The truth is that love is everywhere to be found My mom who calls to check in on me My tia who sends me Buenos DΓas videos My coworkers who put up with my many moods My kids who tell me βI got you maβ when I canβt figure out the latest household gadget My friends who listen to me without judgment Love is everywhere I am and itβs time for me to radically accept it
Easy E,Tupac, and Dr.Dre calmed me down when I was lost amidst a nervous breakdown I couldnβt remember who the fuck I was or where I came from then I blasted some Gangsta Rap in my ear and remembered who the fuck I was Iβm a Queen from the land of the Incas raised in West L.A and Paradise Iβm made to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes even when they come disguised as humans thatβs when I turned my grief into anger and rage and knew I wouldnβt be βjust okayβ I would make this my greatest comeback in my life story
Christmas sounds like Mariah Carey and Wham competing to blast their christmas songs from my radio or a Christmas Story playing on the tv Christmas looks likes the crooked christmas tree almost tipping over with an excessive amount of ornaments and way too many gifts under the tree christmas taste like mashed potatoes with ham and alcoholic eggnog to swallow uncomfortable conversations about politics christmas smells like candles burning with scents called christmas tree farm christmas feels like happiness with everything in my life and the warmth and magic of my little family
This was my response to prompt #30: The time of day you prefer
my sunday morning routine
Sunday mornings make me jump out of bed ready to seize the fuck out of the day First my overpriced coffee while I blast out music in my ears and tune the world out Write, write, write whatever crazy thing has been lingering in my mind then I drive to the only place where I can get fresh bread I stand in a line full of the local hipsters for my gluttonous must have rush back home where I write and plot more blog content for next month will there be another playlist? more angry poetry about an ex who screwed me over? or am I changing the narrative and finally being honest about my recovery Sunday mornings are always an opportunity for my creativity to come out in full force without judgment, without apologies
This was my response to prompt #24: Your Top Priority
I am the ONE
I build the life of my dreams through discipline and hard work while I appreciate everything I have at this moment even the minor annoyances and especially the moments of calm and silence Iβm no longer relegating myself to a side character or a side chick or a passenger in my life Iβm writer, the master, the driver of the life Iβm creating