I shine like the stars. I am the stars as one.

Links to remember when I want to remember. Because proper braining is hard these days.

On my right index finger is a silver-wrapped ring with a trio of pyrope garnet stoness. On my left index finger is silver-wrapped ring with a trio of pale blue kyanite stones. On my left wrist rests a bracelet of honey amber and a bracelet of cognac amber. Around my neck rests a pentacle holding a piece of amber all surrounded by a silver ouroboros.

In my soul, spirit, and heart lie the untouchable knowledge and secrets of a billion gods, a thousand and more dimensions, an infinity of galaxies, and a depth of love, peace, hope, strength, power, and courage that lights the way though every twisting path. I am my own path to divinity and I walk with the unknown divine inside myself. I love myself, I believe in myself, and I grant myself peace, hope, strength, power, and courage. In every life, I shall learn how to live. I shall learn how to be. I am myself.
I shall always become myself.
Namaste.

http://www.shimmerlings.com/gemstones/amber.htm
http://www.shimmerlings.com/gemstones/garnet.htm
http://www.shimmerlings.com/gemstones/kyanite.htm
http://www.shimmerlings.com/gemstones/lapis_lazuli.htm

And this.
In my times of deep sorrow, depression, anxiety, fatigue, and psychic wandering in the dark, I remember this, and I am at peace.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/g4KVcV_rMwY

http://www.youtube.com/embed/J8oBhQgSBjg

Sitting in the dark

Well, shit.
I feel another depression episode starting to happen.
Hate this. Hate hate hate.
Then again, I am a week away from my menses. But I can't blame that entirely.
Stupid self. Stupid body. Stupid brain. Fuck you, every part of me.
I want to cry. But the Soma and Flexeril has made me too relaxed. Pain is eased, anxiety is eased.
But you know when you can feel that heavy darkness creeping in, jaws open, talons clicking, eyes glowing. I don't want to eat. I don't want anything. Thinking of sleep makes me shiver, but I don't want to be awake,
I have an appointment with my pain specialist tomorrow, or rather one of the main nurses, and I will mention this.
Loved ones keep asking about the novel and the short stories. When will I finish writing anything? Will I submit anything else that might not get rejected? I cannot think about that without crying. I wrote pages and pages of something, and it might be a story, it might be a chapter. I will edit it later this week.
My cats adore me. My husband adores me. He will be home from out of state jobs tomorrow, or the day after, or who knows. It's always a surprise. It's hours and it's money. Bills will be paid. We miss each other, but we've been doing this for over twelve years, it's routine.
I need to meditate. My head feels so dark. Time for Klonopin and deep breathing exercises.
Fibromyalgia and spastic hypertonia are ruining me. I feel punched and stabbed in the gut by fire and stone and electricity. I can't cry.
I will hug my cats and my pillow pets, and I will brush my hair until my scalp releases endorphins, and I will read books, and I know I am loved.
My muscles are so stiff and sore and it is so hard to speak with the mild dysphasia, so I write and write.
I know this will fade soon, this will end. I will make it better. I need to care about things, I need to want to do things. I need to remember I am a beautiful soul. I am writing this now, so I can look back and remember, before a seizure strikes and I think I am falling all the way down, dirt in my mouth and glass in my skin. I will medicate. I will meditate. I will supplement. I will do everything I can. My brain will gradually soothe itself. I will help it. I have to. Poor sick brain, poor demolished neurons, poor damaged body, and it could be worse, and it could be so much worse, and I know that forever. So I push on and on, and I do everything I can to love, love, love.
Just love.

I am sorry about this. I swear I will blog about happy shiny things as soon as I can.