mind blown
I don’t believe I knew what “brrrblubbbballlloooobalub” meant when I was new and my vocabulary was nonexistent, but I’m guessing I liked it all the same, smiling at my parents’ funny faces when they said it… I don’t believe they understood what it meant either, but it stopped me from crying, so they said it again and again…and again. They didn’t understand a lot of things those early years, as they grew up with me and learned about parenting, trial and error being key…somehow I survived barely, moving on and out before they lost their minds…you think I’m kidding… I should have said, before my father put a bullet between his eyes and my mother destroyed her body with years of drug abuse and doctor tripping…too much?
What I meant to say is that I have a pretty good idea how not to lose oneself to oblivion, not because I’m any less neurotic than my parents…I’m afraid my genes are laced with lunacy…but I have tried to learn from their mistakes, spent decades vomiting words to therapists (with an “s” because it takes time to find the right one who is not a bible-thumping, name it, claim it, pray the demon out of you, zealot), gotten the right mix, the perfect recipe, for my anti-depressive cocktail of pharmaceuticals, legal, of course, and I have tried to be good, to be kind, to be a good listener, to be a helper, but not a doormat, and to learn to say no, to learn to trust, to let myself love another person, and to give myself permission to walk away from anyone or thing that feels wrong…it has taken me a long time to figure out I’m okay…
sometimes I let out a roudy brrblubbbballlloooobalub when no one is listening just to feel the rush of joy that bubbles up inside me, centering me in the moment, so I can breathe in and out and smile. I think I’m starting to understand what that silly gibberish means after all these years. Absolutely nothing, of course and that is okay…that is okay.
~kat
A prose poem for NaPoWriMo 2019 #9 Prompt – Write your own Sei Shonagon-style list of “things.”
April 9th, 2019 at 2:14 pm
This smacks of the true, you have written it so well you have me dragged in 🌹💜
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April 9th, 2019 at 3:21 pm
Thank you Willow! ❤️
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April 9th, 2019 at 4:12 pm
Maybe we’d be better off if we continued with such language. It would be difficult to tell lies!
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April 9th, 2019 at 4:25 pm
I know I’d feel better. Gibberish makes me giddy! 😉
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April 9th, 2019 at 4:31 pm
Pure brilliance! I must try to find a word like that of my own!
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April 9th, 2019 at 4:34 pm
Another one I really like…a real word…serendipity. So lovely to say and always makes me happy! 😉
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April 9th, 2019 at 7:34 pm
What an interesting view of therapists! Not the neutral, passionless, uninvolved all-knowing entities of popular perception.
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April 9th, 2019 at 8:02 pm
At least here in the Bible Belt South, it’s always a tricky business finding one who doesn’t proselytize.
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April 9th, 2019 at 8:39 pm
brrblubbbballlloooobalub. (You’re okay)
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April 9th, 2019 at 8:58 pm
Awe, that made me smile D. Thank you. 😊
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April 9th, 2019 at 9:15 pm
WOW, this is hard-hitting, brilliantly penned. I’m sorry for the grueling lessons, glad for the harvest of gold.
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April 9th, 2019 at 10:06 pm
Thanks Ennle. I am a survivor!
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April 9th, 2019 at 11:10 pm
Oh I know you are–we are a vast group! 🙂 ❤
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April 10th, 2019 at 6:46 pm
So True!
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April 10th, 2019 at 7:42 pm
🙂 ❤
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April 10th, 2019 at 4:07 am
Not many words, just love. ❤
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April 10th, 2019 at 6:37 pm
Thank you so much. Peace to you.
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