Saturday, June 23, 2018

Hope is no longer hopeful

I don’t know what I’m doing here. It feels like everyone is against me, though I know no one is judging
me to my face, I feel like everyone thinks I am a liar and weak. Daily lies are told to me, told to myself.  
I’m not trying to be someone I am not. I don’t want to be this person. It hurts to hurt. Sometimes I just
don’t even want to live anymore. These moments are scary because I think of all the life I will miss.  
But the daily moments I feel like they last for hours. I feel like I can’t become calm.
I feel like I cannot live with myself alone anymore. That if I am alone I will want to exit this earth.
One day I hope to feel alive again.  Each day is a struggle to find zest. Each day I feel so
weak because just living takes 110% of my strength every single moment. Whenever I do something
it takes my whole strength and when I finish it it feels like my whole body was hit by a truck!  
It’s so frustrating when no one asks if I am okay, because they cannot see that I am struggling.


It hurts to not have my family and friends around.  To feel abandoned but also feel like I have pushed them away.  
So all at the same time I feel like i’m trying to get help but also feel like I cannot accept it.  
It feels as if I have exiled myself in the middle of a crowd. Like everyone is around me and I cannot touch anyone
for help.  I am alone on a spaceship that is only in my head. Where no one can see where I am going and nobody
believes the destination is real.  As if a rocket ship needs to find a place to land but just keeps circling the
atmosphere and maybe one day i’ll just blow up from the pull of the gravitational pull.

I don’t know if I can do this, but everyday i’m going to try.  I don’t know what to do but everyday I will do something. I don’t know how I am going to feel in a few minutes, but I will make sure to feel something and understand my feelings are valid.  I’ll stop waiting for one day, living each day to be a day that counts.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

An Unsavory Meeting

Hi.

 My name is Hope Kubiak newly established 15 days before we met.  When we met it was not at the best time for you.  I could see that (I felt it too).  Let me tell you a little about myself.  I hail from a little town in North County San Diego, most people don’t know where that is till I say more familiar towns.

I grew up in the same house my dad grew up in.  It is not even 1,000 sqft.  But I love it.  In the backyard he taught me how to defend myself.  We put on boxing gloves and pretended to punch each other.   Oh yeah, I was also homeschooled.  My dad taught a class about self-defense.  It was my whole class in all my education I paid attention to.  My dad would call my mom and tell her he was going to come home, change out of his painting clothes and after a long day of going up and down ladders he was going to teach his daughters how to defend themselves.  He was exhausted, I don’t know where you come from but in Southern California it is very hot.  We have two seasons “hot” and “not too hot.”  But he took this time to show us some tricks.  I showed them to you too.  My dad is not touchy feel-y as some others, the way he shows love is teaching and pouring his time into us.  At my wedding, you would have thought he was very emotional but I tell you, I’ve only seen my dad cry a few times.  He always made sure we knew with the right moves we could control a situation.  He also taught us to love everyone.  My dad was someone everyone respects, even if you disagree with the man, you will respect him.  Though he didn’t go out often his girls were all over, social butterflies, we honored him wherever we went and whenever people saw my dad you’d hear something on the lines of “your girls are great” or “you are one great father your girls represent you well” and my personal favorite “I just love your wife and your girls.”  He is kind, loving and a father who will swoop you up when you are down.  I wonder if you didn’t have that in your life.  Everyone deserves a good father.

Now let me tell you about the other half of me, my mom.  Most people call her the pioneer woman.  She is strong enough to take anyone out, she also knows karate.  She isn't very mama bear as some people have in their moms.  She protected us and guided us but in a way, you didn’t even know she was doing it.  My mom has spirit.  Luckily enough for me she brought out my spirit, unlucky for her unfortunately.  That spirit argued every day, told her “no” more times than I probably have ever said it to anyone else.  She taught me to do whatever I wanted in a guided fashion.  Listen to advice, ask for help and most importantly be who you are without regret.  My mother is known for trail blazing. She doesn’t take “no” for an answer and she really hates maybes and the word “whatever.”  My mom shed a lot of tears for me.  That spirit got us into a lot of battles, I say battles because the definition talks about resisting something, and I was determined to resist her directions.  Sometimes she would be so sick of these struggles she would threaten to get me out of the house by sending me to public school.  But I knew that was an empty threat.  Because my mom loved me and she was a fighter, if she didn’t have something to “mother” she wouldn’t think she was doing enough.  If you want to know a secret about my mom I’ll tell ya: my mom will make sure she does her part, she will hurt herself just to make sure her weight is being pulled.  My mother is not one to surrender and to lose a battle was to surrender, my mother made darn sure I always yielded (even if I did it my own way).  You see, you must get the picture now.

When you came at me you didn’t just come at me.  You came at my family.  There are two other very important people you need to know.  People who’ve always had my back.  My sisters.  See you met a little bit of them.  I don’t want you to know their names I feel you don’t get that, so Jasmine and Johnson are the names I’ll use.  Jasmine is loud with a huge heart.  When we would go to parties you could hear her voice in the other room Johnson and I would thrive off that! It made us feel comfortable knowing there was someone here who believed in us who was having fun and who could make anyone feel comfortable.  Jasmine is opinionated.  She will tell you what she thinks.  She will not back down when she has something she believes in.  I respect that so much, it might have been frustrating growing up but you know now as adults it’s something I admire.  She is transparent you never must wonder where she is coming from because she has already told you.  Johnson is similar in that way, however she is quiet.  I would not say silent as I originally thought of saying.  She is strong.  Man is she tough but oh so gentle.  She cares with all her heart and sometimes that gets her hurt.  Johnson loves to laugh, she loves to share moments with people one on one.  When she has you just her and you, you feel like you are the most important person in the world.  She has a way to stop the world from spinning and get you in the right place, she can calculate a room full of people and know exactly what to do. She is slow to speak and quick to attend.  Because of Jasmine’s volume and strength with Johnson’s ability to respond to a crisis you got a taste of my sisters through me.

This is the part where I met you.  You grabbed me.  Then as I used my dad’s training and my mom’s determination you realized you had to go harder.  So, you did.  You squeezed the breath right out of my lungs.  You tried to make my feet leave the ground but you soon realized that gave me enough room to swing my legs to kick your shins.  You changed tactics you decided to try to just pull me along.  That is when jasmine’s volume and strength kicked in.  I started to scream I used the word I said to my mom a million times, I am so skilled at saying it, I used jasmine’s volume and without warning I screamed “NO!” It startled you I felt you loosen up even just for a second then Johnson’s calculations started to buzz in my head.  I knew I could not go with you I could not give up my ground if I did you would be able to pull me along.  I put my heels into the ground.  Realizing I needed to do more I wondered where it would hurt you the most.  I remember my sisters accidentally elbowing me right between my ribs there is a good spot there. With the swiftness my dad taught me I stopped swinging at your face, balled my hands into fists and pulled my hand away from my body as much as I could then with my mom’s determination I slammed my elbow again and again straight into that spot.  Oh boy, I hurt you.  You squeezed so hard. I screamed again.  We stayed there for a while you were meeting my whole family one by one. 

Then you met me.  I didn’t let you win.  I am the girl who doesn’t let things go.  I can’t let a bad situation go.  If I know justification is not being served I will not stop.  I brought my stubbornness for what is right.  It was not right for you to grab me.  I wish you had someone fighting for you rather than against you.  I am not glad we met, that would be a lie.  However, I am grateful the situation ended the way it did my family is also.  I met you for a reason and right now I don’t know why maybe you needed to meet me more, than me you.  I will become stronger and become even more of myself because of this.  I hope you can find who you are with all the parts of your family and friends that raised you as well.  My hope is that you will find the good in your life and focus on that.  
Everyone can do great things if you apply yourself and maybe it’s not you who you need to focus on but those that make you great.

Sincerely,


The newly Mrs. Kubiak

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Dear Ezra

Dear Ezra,

I wish you could understand how much you help me every single day.  I wish you could hear my words when I say, “I love you.”  I wish you could know how much you saved me. 


When he came after us I was scared.  I didn’t know what to do and felt frozen for a minute.  I think you did too.  Then you turned, you became brave.  Your voice broke the words that he said.  When I heard you I heard my heart, I heard my strength return to me.  I felt my muscles engage.  My legs started to swing, my hands went to any place I could feel.  I smacked. I punched. I joined in with you and screamed.  We hurt him, I heard him grunt, I felt his grasp tighten because he knew we were strong. He didn’t move. We didn’t let him move.  We went in on it together.  Both small, both scared.  We saw the others approach I saw your tail wag.  You knew help was here even though you were still going.  Then the world stopped I had you in my hands.  Your guard still up, your fur still unable to relax, my hair was standing up too.  I could feel every part of myself, could you feel your legs? I could feel the muscles pulsing ready to keep struggling.  The walk back to our home you never left my side. I don’t think I even put the leash back on you.  You walked beside me tall I felt your nose on my ankles.  I knew you were right there. You never let me forget.


That night I had nightmares.  So, did you.  When we put you in the crate you would not let us be apart.  You scratched you whined louder than we have ever heard.  You ran out of dad’s arms’ to be in mine.  That night I felt you.  I don’t think you knew but I felt you check on me.  Maybe you had a dream I wasn’t breathing so you had to make sure reality was still true.  Reality was true.  We are okay.  Because of you we are okay. 


Sincerely,

Your mom.