Have you ever wondered what it would have been like to be Hannah Montana? Or someone who you knew lived a double life? Let me tell you it’s not easy. It’s hard, tiring, and very stressful. Sure, the rush of being two different people can be very exciting. The thought of getting caught or living on a high wire makes your heart beat faster than anything else. You feel like a special agent. Like a spy even. But at what cost?
The moment I stopped living a double life it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was a good Christian at home and to some friends at church, but to the rest of the world I was a very sexual loud mouth party animal.
I found myself going to clubs every week on Friday’s and Saturday’s and then on Sunday waking up to go door to door to preach about Gods Kingdom.
I know, very ironic. But I found myself thinking of everything I was doing. The huge hypocrite I was becoming . It was a huge eye opener. How could I be doing all the things I was on the next day telling people they shouldn’t be doing? Hiding everything from one part of my life from people I really cared about. I was stressed, I was tired, and to a certain extent it wasn’t even fun anymore.
I had to choose a life. I had to choose what part I wanted to live and what part of me I had to let go. It wasn’t easy. But I chose one, and I don’t regret it. Not once have I thought of what I would have been if I would have chosen the other part of my life to follow.
I have fallen off the wagon regarding food as I said in my last post. But I have also lost track of sleep. I haven’t been going to work for a week so naturally someone would say that I would be sleeping in. But I haven’t been. I go to sleep late and wake up early to go pick up my brother since he works graveyard.
He works for a very famous company that is in the news recently for raising their minimum wage to fifteen dollars. He was very excited to hear that. I was actually very excited to hear that as well. He works really hard and they push them hard too. They set goals for them and they have to meet them or even go above and beyond them. Which he does.
But, back to my headache. Oh wait I didn’t mention that, well I’ve had a headache all day today. I know it’s the lack of sleep and not eating right is a big contributor to that as well. I’ve taken many pain pills throughout the day but nothing has happened, I know what I really need is to sleep.
I was also thinking about work. I go back in exactly in a week. How is it possibly that even now, a week away, I still can’t find myself ready to go back? I like being home. I like being with my family. Yesterday I even went to a friends house randomly just to hang out.
Talking to another friend we were thinking of ways we could make money without working and we came up with nothing, because technically that would be impossible. To make money you have to work, and to make a lot of money you have to work harder. But how can you make money and then grow money? Because obviously just working at a regular job always making the same amount of money isn’t going to get you anywhere.
Am I being too greedy? Seems like this has been a recurring theme in my blog. Get money. But don’t we all want what we don’t have?
I’m sitting in a target parking lot. I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m highly stress, but I refuse to to let anyone know. I refuse to step down from where I am and say that I am not ok. I refuse to have people pity me and feel sorry for everything that is going on in my life.
My mother goes into an intensive ten hour surgery this Friday. It has high risks and it also has benefits. Not to mention her car just broke down today.
Life is testing me. I will not break. I am strong. I refuse to cry. I am not weak.
I’ve been through so much that this just seems like another hill. I’m not cocky, this is not confidence. This is me telling myself that I can do it. That whatever this is will soon be over. Good or bad it will have I happen and I will have to move on.
Two years ago I decided to leave behind my sinful ways and abide by my religion completely. I was committed, I was strong, and I cut everyone from my life who did not believe the same things I did. I lived a more biblical life.
Because I did it that way it soon failed and I returned to what we call the way of the world. I was also living a double life. Why? Because I love both of them so much. Friends from church just as well friends that had no connection to the church.
A few months ago a friend asked me what I was going I do. Eventually I had to chose one life more than the other . At the time I was nieve. I was full of myself and I thought that I could do both. But that’s not the way life works. And if you try it, it’s a nasty fall, both sides would have ended up hating me.
Until recently I had an epiphany. Religion will always be a part of me. Weather I like it or not. Not because anyone is forcing me, but because it’s in my heart and I love it subconsciously. I knew this for a fact when I found myself conversing and debating biblical facts with a friend.
He was trying to say something that I knew from experience wasn’t true. He had a miss understanding. But I thought I was out there hating religion, why was I right there and then defending it? Because I care for it. And I will always have an inclination towards it.
I told my friends what I was thinking. I had an overwhelming well response. They all told me they support me. They will love me no matter what I do and chose. That’s how I knew I had real friends.
This is a new journey. I’m scared that my past will haunt me, but I will own it and move along.
It is oficial. My mother’s reconstruction Breast surgery will be the 21st of this month. As happy I am for her I am also really scared.
We met with the surgeons and anesthesiologist who will be in the operating room the day of the surgery. They explained everything that they will be doing, the risks, and the benefits of the surgery.
Basically they will be taking part of the stomach tissue along with a vein or artery and be placing it where her breast was once at. To do so they have to remove a rib to get an artery connection.
This surgery will take about ten hours. If all goes well she will be in the hospital under intensive care for three to five days. Then she will be released and be in bed rest for about a month.
Some of the risks include; the artistes getting clogged up, a hernia, and losing too much blood causing death.
But we are optimistic. Well at least my mom is. I’m staying to say string for her but at the same time I’m screaming on the inside. I’m crying and throwing things around. My mind is one of the worst hurricanes in human history. But my face reflects calmes and peace.
She is strong. I am strong. I have never met anyone in my life as strong as my mother. Her faith moves me. Her strength makes me continue. Her live fuels me. She is one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I hope to never forget that.