Are we enough?

Lately, I have been struggling with doing things right on all fronts of my life. I live with a constant guilt, a few actually:
I feel guilty that I don't play enough with my children. I feel guilty that I don't do enough around the house. I feel guilty that as a filmmaker, my work experience, my films are not enough. As a teacher, I feel inadequate most days, despite many encouraging words from my students and coworkers.
There seems to be never enough time for me to do it all or as much as I feel I should. There are times that I fail no matter how hard I try. I have uplifting and inspiring moments but the downs of this roller coaster of life are too many to just sit through.

I came across this article and I find it fitting to my current state. The article is about Tom Hiddleston talking about the one poem that makes him cry and the reasons why.
I admire this man. I use the term admire because I am too old to have a celebrity crush and because my fascination with him has much to do with the way he speaks, his thoughts, his commitment to humanity, to feminism, and to all that is good. He sounds genuinely like a good person, one with struggles of his own, like the rest of us.

"I read this poem often. Once a month at least. In the madness and mayhem of modern life, where every man seems committed to an endless search for approval and esteem of his fellows and peers, no matter what the cost, this poem reminds me of a basic truth: that we are, as we are, ‘enough.’
Most of us are motivated deep down by a sense of insufficiency, a need to be better, stronger, faster; to work harder; to be more committed, more kind, more self-sufficient, more successful. We are driven be a sense that we are not, as we are, ‘enough.’ But this short poem by Derek Walcott is like a declaration of unconditional love. It’s like the embrace of an old friend. We are each of us whole, perfectly imperfect, enough." -TH



Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come when with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, 

whom you ignored
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

for another, who knows you by heart.

http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2014/04/poem-makes-tom-hiddleston-cry-one

Much overdue updates...

Guess What?
He became president.
It affected me and my life and many of the people I care about but we will survive. We always do.
I am part of that we. As much as I feel lonely, I am part of a collective us.
Us and them. Sad to see the world that way. Sadness doesn't take away one bit from reality.
Anyway,
I love teaching.
My most motivating, inspiring and content moments are when I teach.
The rest is just is.
In life, I am either busy to be feel lonely, or I am lonely.
It is what it is.
A few positive things:
William is absolutely cute and shares with me moments that melt my heart.
Aryanna is though. On the surface, less fighting than her brother, in reality one of the biggest challenges of my life. Love is always a challenge. I love her.
Teaching, I love teaching. Teaching is everything I need, the moments that I get to be me and feel that there is a reason for me to be.

Nothing

It is just a thing I do. I take it all for a year then come here and burst into tears and misery of words.
Anyway, sometimes, all you need to do is say F YOU to the whole wide world.

It all becomes so stressful, sad, hopeless and exhausting than you feel you have nothing else to give to fix it, to fix any of it.

On a none personal level, if DT becomes president, America deserves it.
I  have clearly lost all light and hope that I once had in me.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Depression

It may well be the worst thing I've ever fought and in my struggle list, there are two brain surgeries, immigration all alone, having a c-cestion and baby alone, loss of loved ones, and dealing with some major relationship issues for few years.
Depression: persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Loss of interest is the hardest of the two to fight. And of course resentment, resentment towards all the people you thought they were your people but left you alone, when you needed them most, and worse didn't/wont leave you alone when they should, they just add to your stress.

So I am fighting this thing for a few months now, I barely see through tears as I type but that is very common lately. I do a lot of things through tears and neck and shoulder and jaw pain. I rock a baby to sleep for 20 plus minute every 2-2.5 hours every day and 2-3 times a night(if I am lucky), mostly holding back on tears. I drive a beautiful 4 years old to school 3 mornings a week and back mostly through tears, or holding back on tears. She needs me, every minute of me, everyday and happy motivated version of me who hasn't been around for a while. I drive to grocery store, through tears. I email a guy I did some freelance work to see when and if he plans to pay me, through tears. I cook dinner, through tears ( and a screaming baby who wants to be held and much more). I smile at my daughter's teacher holding back on tears and drive back home to my crying infant or with my crying in fact in the back seat, through tears.
So that is what's happening, fighting depression, on my own. Hoping to get myself out of it without stupid pills like Xanax or Lexapro, this and that. All those things my mom took all her life and I am sure would suggest them to me if she knew any of this but she wont. It was a also a decision to cut off some people from my real life some time ago. Some people can rest assure to hear and see few smiles of me and brief mundane conversations about weather. I tried so hard for years to have more than that with some people. I gave up. It is best not to have a deep, real relationship with some people. Some people are in your life because well, they are. You should let them be happy with mostly pretend smile, stupid things they like or are proud of you about, and weather. There is always weather! It is just less damaging , less consuming that way.
 Some people though, you should just tolerate them, bite your tongue, take deep breaths and tolerate them because well, they never get it, they never change and never go away, in fact they keep coming back and you can't tell them not to. You cant say, 'hey, I am sure you are a good person with good intentions but somehow when you are around I am my worst, you stress the hell out of me, please stop being that way.' You can't say that, they don't get it, they never change.

And some people are awesome, Some people just listen, they don't add stress to your aching shoulders, they take the pain away, with a few words in chat. With an email. With some random far memories. With occasional brief coffee meetings, or too far apart get togethers. They are friends, they are awesome, They get you going, they remind you that life can be good again. Happy again. You should fight for it and tolerate the rest. Because at the end, no one means ill, well mostly no one. At then end, everyone has their own struggles. At the end we are all fighting, some days happy, some days sad. I need to get back on the happy horse, somehow, sick of the tears, sick of the rage, sick of the annoying, stressful moments winning me over for long.

Still here, still there

In that place. The bad place. Still streched out too thin. Still not recovered. Still in tears often. Exhaustion, exhaustion and sadness and sadly resentment. Those are the words that are in and out of my head through the tears.

don't care.

There are moments, hours, days in life that I am just not thankful or hopeful at all. I know there are a lot to be thankful for but I simly can't get over the pain, exhaustion, frustration and so many other negative feelings that cover me lately. I have been strevhed out too thin, for long. I feel lonely and sad and just want to be left alone and don't want to talk about it or try to fix it. I don't have it in me and I know that's bad. I just can't. It either gets better or it doesn't. I am too tired to try to make it better or explain it even. I don't care.
Yes, I am in a bad place.