I got up at 545 this morning. I was so close to getting back into bed in defiance. I realized it would be such a stupid thing to be defiant about. Who I am defying? The part of me that wants something better and higher than what I have now? “THERE SHALL BE NO HAPPINESS OR PEACE INSIDE OF ME”? Tssk. Silly. So I got up and creaked through my somatic cat stretch and 4 rounds of slow methodical sun salutations, shivering in the draft that blew in under our front door. I ran through my prayer beads twice (54 beads a round). Nothing fancy this morning, just “God please help me” 100 times for the practice and 8 times for the sages (as the saying goes). November 17th and already we have frost inside our doors. We have plans to plastic windows with a vengeance this winter, and build temporary wind blocks outside to beat back the winds that hit the northwest side of our home.
I should mention that I lapsed on my daily meditation the last week and it was awful. AWFUL. The overwhelming inner turmoil was what finally convinced me to begin getting up so early. I was taken aback at the rage I felt inside my very bones from just a few days of not meditating. The hurt, the sadness, the confusion nearly brought me to my knees. I’ve heard that before, that if you start meditating and then stop, you will feel even worse than you did before you meditated. I think it’s a little like how each time you relapse on your drug of choice it gets harder to quit.
No students at my 10am class, so I use the time to write and make nit-picky little changes to the Snotter Press etsy shop and type this entry. Tomorrow Claire and I both have dentist appointments. I’ve had some really unpleasant dental issues the past few months, and it’s finally gotten to the point where I can’t just ignore it. I’m not used to having issues with my teeth. I want to have 3 pulled. Unfortunately 2 of them are the incisors the dentist started root canals on, only to discover the roots were too twisty to finish at their location, and I would have to go to a specialist in Fargo that my insurance will not pay for. I do not like going to the dentist. I hate having my mouth wide open for long periods of time. When I had one of my molars fixed in 2012 I cried the last 20 or 30 minutes of the procedure. When the tooth re-broke later that day and I had to go back in, I asked to have it pulled, but the dentist refused. I’m not sure if it was because I am on MA or because I am a woman, but nothing doing. I see no reason I cannot get a tooth pulled instead of repaired multiple times. When my left incisor broke last week I kept tonguing the jagged edge of it until my tongue felt raw as meat. I keep catching myself pulling my very grown-up indoor scarf over my mouth like a gag or holding it between my front teeth.
I weened myself off of my Klonipin and Prozac in mid-August, switched to Ayurvedic herbal supplements. It has been tough at times, but worth it. I keep my last bottle of Klonipin hidden in my bedroom “just in case.” I have not taken any, and do not plan to, but just having the bottle, the pills, makes me feel a little better. I remember when I started therapy in 2013 with D (the most wonderful of therapists) she told me that one day I may want to learn to just sit with my anxiety, but it didn’t have to be today. And I said, oh, of course. But really I had no plans to ever stop taking Klonipin. But now, here I am, sitting with my anxiety. And it is ok. It hurts, and it is not fun, but I can watch it batter my heart the way waves batter the shore, and if I just keep breathing eventually the fear subsides.
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