In The Mind-shaft

This blog is about sharing my experiences openly and honestly.  It has the tagline no more hiding in the shadows.  Many others have had the same thoughts and feelings that fuel my writing.  Repressing emotion produces nothing positive, and expression should not be feared.  Okay, pep talk over.

OVERLOAD

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Summoning the courage to share this has been surprisingly difficult.  Until I determined what fueled the emotions behind the poem and why there was such difficulty in sharing it, clicking the publish button could not happen.  This has taken months to achieve.

“Soul Miners” was written at time when each and every facet of my life felt like it needed something.  Helping others and being a problem solver gives me great joy, yet I was not experiencing feelings of joy, I was feeling overwhelmed.

Writing the poem felt good, but understanding why I felt so overwhelmed was necessary.  It took a few weeks, but eventually a simple reason why emerged – imbalance.  Deep inside was a contemplation that if I am working to care for so many others, who is taking care of me?  That is not a self-centered thing to experience.  In fact, it made me stop and realize how many people I am blessed to have who care for me every day.  My wife, my friends and family all came to mind.  These are the people I take great joy in caring for because they take care of me.  Balance was restored, but a question still lingered.

Why was the experience so hard to openly share?  Another simple reason – fear.  Openly expressing the fact that requests for my help can sometimes be overwhelming created a fear that the requests would stop.  I feared losing the joy I receive when others rely on me. 

Will honesty about my feelings drive others away?  I truly hope that will not prove to be true, and suspect the answer exists in a phrase a friend often uses.  “I am not complaining, I am just explaining.”  Uttering one of the smallest words in our language – no – is a struggle for me and many others.  But saying it contains something I strive to deliver with this blog.  Honesty.

Finally, a caveat about the language in this poem.  This is the first time for me to share something containing profanity.  If such language is not for you, maybe check this out and then consider coming back to read “Soul Miners”.  After all, they are just words.


Soul Miners

Be Vewy Vewy Quiet

I suffer from Sudden Hypersensitive Anxiety With Noise (SHAWN) Syndrome.  Wait….what?  That’s not a real medical condition?  Well, I will have to look into that later.

Extraneous sounds while I am focused and trying to accomplish a task are like nails on a chalkboard.  Clicking sounds, electronic beeps or buzzes and noisy chatter infiltrate my central nervous system which can easily short circuit.  The reaction may be one of frustration, anger or even on the verge of a panic attack.  Yes, it is ridiculous that I am unable to just deal with the noise and tune it out, yet that is not how my brain works.  Sensory overload is one of my weaknesses.

Silence please

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Ask my wife what happens when I am driving and something starts rattling in the car.  A creaking dashboard equals time to start shopping for a new vehicle.  I once stuck the little red tube attached to a can of WD-40 into the dash of my Ford Escape, saturating the inside with the wonder fluid to stop a squeaking noise.  If you are wondering about the level of success – there is a reason that is not among the thousands of uses listed on the can.  WD-40 does NOT make a good air freshener either.

This poem came about during a flare up of SHAWN Syndrome.  There are similar poems to share in future posts, but……….aaaaAAAAA, what is that ringing noise?  Sorry, gotta go.


Silent Solitude