November 25th.

I’ve been pretty sick for a week now, trying to just get through it, but this is exactly how I felt when I had pneumonia a couple years ago, so I’m going to medical tomorrow. I rarely get sick, but when I do I feel like it just all hits me at once. Being in Italy has messed my stomach up a bit, not really sure what it is someone said “you might be allergic to garbage” which made me laugh because there is a LOT of garbage here in Italy, unfortunately.

I’m feeling better today, mentally. Obviously relationships have been heavy on my heart and mind, but I remembered something today that makes me want to try something different. I’ve been so quick to jump into relationships and give everything I have from day one, but I’m not letting things happen slowly and naturally. I’m not giving people time to know me for me, before jumping from A to Z. I want to be with someone who falls in love with ME, my personality, my intellect, my humor, just me. I don’t want another relationship based off of sex. My Mom has told me forever “be friends with someone first, that’s how it’s going to last”.. and I’m like yea yea Ma, I’m best friends with the people I’m with.. but am I? Or do we somehow just end up growing into that? Whatever it is, I haven’t been doing it right for a long time.

There’s this cringy term I’ve been hearing latley: “hook up culture” (why is EVERYTHING a ‘culture’ these days???). I can kind of see it, with all the dating apps and stuff.. I really hope that is not what I’m up against here because I don’t want that shit AT ALL. Honestly, my only real concern at this point is the fact that the older I get, the less likely I think I’m going to find a man who doesn’t already have children. I’ve dated someone who had 2 children, and I loved that person very deeply, even to the point where I wanted children with him.. but it didn’t work out, and I’m glad now. It’s not that I absolutely would NOT be with someone who had a child already, but I guess I just want to share that experience with someone who also doesn’t have any children. But I really shouldn’t be thinking about any of that right now, I need to keep focusing on myself and working on being a better person for myself. I do find my mind wandering outside of myself a lot, thinking about other people and what they’re doing, but I’m practicing refocusing on myself after noticing my thoughts drifting.

I’m moving out of this hotel room soon and I’m super grateful for that, maybe once I’m settled in I will be able to shop for stuff for the house without feeling overwhelmed.

The sun was out today, and a friend of mine said “I think the raining season is over”.. LET’S PRAY FOR THAT!!!

Something kind of embarrassing happened today, not directly to me, but I think I had a little out of body experience and saw this happening from an outside perspective. Out CMC took us outside and gathered us around to talk about our purpose here in Italy (which was really nice because I’ve been trying to figure out what we are actually doing, the big picture) and in the group of people of about 25, 5 were straight out of A school and the rest were relatively young. The CMC kept asking a bunch of questions regarding ‘players in the theater right now’, which is how the military describes who is at war and positions of allies and stuff, and nobody really knew. Nobody could really finish his sentences for him.. and I felt REALLY fucking stupid. It was embarrassing because he has this huge group of men and women surrounding him who are ‘serving and protecting’ and we don’t know about war details, allies, current events, politics in other countries, etc. It really made me want to start looking into all of that, just so I can at least have something to offer in conversation. I used to get this gouge called chinfo news where it would describe kind of what’s been going on in the military all across the world, I’d like to have that again.

November 24th.

I am struggling.

It feels like my brain weighs 25 pounds. I’m sad and angry. It’s been raining for days here, and I’m bored out of my fucking mind. Beyond that, I’m extremely lonely. I guess this is what adjustment is like in a new place. It’s not like I haven’t made friends here, I have. It’s the lack of deeper connection. Maybe that’s why I can’t wait for therapy in 2 weeks, at least they will ask how I’m doing or what I’m thinking about.

I always tell people when I’m helping them, to say 3 things they’re grateful for. I guess now would be the best time to go ahead an apply that, get me a little bit out of this hole.

  1. I’m grateful that I will be getting out of this hotel room in 3 days and have a home to go to.
  2.  I’m grateful that I am financially taken care of.
  3. I’m grateful to be in a new country and learning/seeing something new everyday.

I actually do feel a little it better from that, just saying ‘thank you’ for what I already have and where I am can be a real game changer. I have to keep remembering that I ASKED for this. I really did. It’s one thing to get the ideal set up, but it’s another to have to heal memories so they don’t keep making me feel fucking worthless. The brain is amazing though, isn’t it? I KNOW I can heal myself, but it’s like watching a garbage disposal spin inside the drain… those are my thoughts… and you can’t just stick your hand in there and pull something out.. it’d be catastrophic. You have to slow the blades down to a stop and then do what you need to.. and hope some children of the corn shit doesn’t happen and the thing just start up on it’s own.

I’m having a rough time trying to figure out where to go from here, this point, in my life. It really IS a weird concept… I mean, I have written down some career goals and personal goals like traveling and stuff, but as far as “where do you want to see yourself in 3 years”… I don’t know? My degree will be finished, hopefully both of them will… I’ll have money saved up… I’ll be working out… maybe learn an instrument or something… but after that.. what am I doing? Am I just surviving? Keeping myself alive? For what? Not that I plan on going anywhere any time soon, but what am I doing here? I don’t have a business where I’m helping people, I’m not an influence-r, I’m not a mother, I’m just… living.  Aren’t we all?! What is everyone else doing here?! Just going out and doing some random shit that causes some other random shit to happen and then you have an emotion or feeling about it.. and you keep doing it lol.. Thank goodness I’m taking macro economics, I think I have a good way of zooming out.

Side note… Proud moment.. I went to a club last night and stayed sober the entire time and still out-danced most of the drunk people in there! That’s 1 week sober.

 

November 22nd.

Like Ice Cube said, today was a good day.

I recently learned how to drive a stick shift.. and I kept telling myself I needed to just drive it around in a circle for a bit to figure it out.. but I had places to go and just said fuck it and risked my skill on a 25 minute drive to my work! I made it, safely, and only stalled out once at a round about… but I was super proud of myself while I was driving and when I arrived.. it’s not as bad as I anticipated!

I finally got the keys to my Italian home for the next 3 years. I’m in love. I couldn’t have asked for a sweeter land lady and old grandpa to help me over the next few years.. my stuff should be here next week some time and then I can start making it feel homey. Christmas is around the corner and I need lights!!!

I also got lost today and found a little coffee spot that turns into a bar at night with a 3 liter bottle of Vodka on the counter that amazed me lol.. it’s the little things. I think getting lost is the best way to learn my way around because instead of just looking at the GPS the whole time, I actually start looking at land marks and signs. I also ended up finding a mall, randomly, and got some clothes.. I’m tired of wearing the same 4 outfits.

I can’t tell if I’m losing weight, because my proportions look the same to me, but I definitely feel better in clothes, and my knee caps don’t hurt at all LOL! The struggle was real with that pain last year. I still pop and crack like a granny.. but that’s just in my DNA I guess.

Consistency is one of my goals, and I think I’m doing pretty well with it considering I’ve been going to the gym about 5 times a week for the past month or so.. when I move into this house and have more room to put groceries, I want to start shopping at the local market and keeping fresh food around, I know my body is craving it.. I can’t live off oatmeal and eggs… I think my body doesn’t tolerate grains that well.. and dairy either, which is extremely unfortunate because PIZZA is delicious and I actually really like the mozzarella here.

I talked to my brother in an e-mail yesterday.. and since I’ve been sort of secluding myself to “find myself”, I started actually being able to recall some memories. Actually, all last night, since I ran out of benadryl, I just keep allowing my brain to flow into old memories that I completely forgot about.. it was really nice actually, it was like a little journey. I’m a very visual person, I can remember where I sat in kindergarten, I can remember what someone’s house looked like on the inside, I can remember exact details of certain things. I remember scenarios.. and I guess it was nice to be back in them for a small flash of time.

It’s weird because recently, a few people that I grew up with have connected with me.. and that also brought back memories, from as far back as the age of 6 or 7.. and it’s crazy because these people, even though they were only friends, are somewhat like family to me, for the simple fact that they make me feel like I’m at home or like I have some kind of support or protection. These people who knew me at my most innocent stages in life who grew with me were like brother’s and sister’s, and just by talking to them and relating, it’s been nice. It’s clear that we all took different paths in life.. but it doesn’t stop that connection we have. One of my brother’s best friends, who is also like a brother to me, is in prison and has been for years.. and it was nice to get a message from a mutual friend that I definitely forgot all about.. I said “he was like a brother to me” and he said “he still is he’ll be home soon”… and there was something about that message that made me feel like wow.. even though we all have gone in these different directions, we are still connected.

I had another friend of mine that called me by a name that only they called me and I haven’t heard in probably 15 years or more and I immediately smiled super big when I saw it… I used to have all kinds of random ass nicknames growing up.. squigget or squiggy… that was the one lol. I had a co-worker that would always call me sparkles, another that would call me apple crumb lol.. those names kind of just stuck.. I liked it though.. I guess that’s how I eventually just came up with Crumbini. I remember around the time when I started that I was going through some shit and trying to cope through artwork and meditation and chakra balancing really heavily, and I decided to try and imagine/draw what MY world would look like and what it would be called. Obviously if anybody knows me they know how much I love shiny stuff, sparkly things, diamonds, glitter, snowflakes, silver, rocks, crystals, etc… and the world I created had all that and more. I also tended to be pretty loud and obnoxious at times and ALWAYS wanted to be Italian for some reason (look where I am now.. it’s CRAZY).. so I chose the name Carolini Crumbini and my world was Crumbiniville. And it kind of just stuck.

It sounds a little corny but creating that actually helped me ground myself whenever things started getting too crazy, I could escape into my own little world. It’s also around the time I found the website http://www.near-death.com and it OPENED my EYES. I read the entire website. There’s something comforting about knowing that some people have had such vivid experiences in other dimensions. Especially since I was practicing meditation regularly.. I would have some of the most vivid dreams with colors I can’t even describe, and I couldn’t help but think that part of me was touching those other realities. Some people come back from near death experiences extremely depressed because they know nothing like it here on earth and just want to return to that place. And I can see where they’re coming from, but there is something reassuring about the fact that life is only temporary here. THANK GOD. People that say they want to live forever here… are out of their damned minds lol. That’s why I try to make it my own personal mission to bring a little bit of heaven to Earth.. I really do. Obviously I’m not perfect by any means, I still struggle like everyone else and I still make plenty of mistakes, but when I’m in tune with myself and my goals.. like LIFE goals or LIFE purpose… I feel like I’m succeeding, even if it means that I have to go through some really shitty things… maybe I’ve diving deep into pits negative energy to shed a little bit of light and hopefully bring someone out of that space. I’m not going to be destroyed here on Earth.. I might be down and out and have to re-coop for a while… but I really believe that I have endless amounts of love and light to share here, even on days when I struggle to see that in myself. That’s why this time away from people is good for me, I really need it to remember myself.

 

 

November 21st.

I figured I’d start writing again… so I have a hand written journal, but also getting back into this online blog. The written journal is good for slow, in-depth thought, but sometimes you just need to type while your brain is thinking.

I recently started counseling. It’s been LONG AWAITED. It isn’t that I haven’t tried in the past, it’s just that it wasn’t effective. I’ve always just wanted to go into therapy and start dumping everything out of my heart and mind… seriously. So when the guy asked me to start.. I did.. and I started from the most recent events I could think of. I found myself not really diving into the emotions or re-living, because I didn’t want to get stuck, I wanted to tell as much as I could, and trust me, I’m a rambler. I got out the basics in my 90 minute session, and then I was glad that he started asking other questions that prompted me to go back into memories that I haven’t seen in a long time.

It’s interesting the coping mechanisms I have adapted from trauma. Honestly, I mostly try NOT to talk about a lot of things because I don’t want to be in a pity party.. but it was nice to open up and actually say some things that I haven’t voiced, ever. It’s not like I don’t now certain things about myself, because I’d like to consider myself pretty self-aware, but I think the way some of the questions were asked and the pauses were put in the right place, allowed me to feel something like a strike in my chest. I make excuses for myself and I sort of have a warped sense of self, a lot of things that have happened, I blame myself for, which I don’t think is a bad thing, but it really starts adding up, and it’s almost an easy way of pushing things aside. Blame me for whatever, I don’t care, I’m not too proud to admit that I have made bad choices in life, but it doesn’t mean that what happened is something that I deserved. Just like my habit of thinking that just because I can handle shitty situations means that that’s my role in life so others don’t have to deal with it. Just because you can handle being abused, doesn’t mean that you should. Seems a little sick a twisted after a while. I’m sure there’s a name of a syndrome for that.

I remember being about 8 years old when I really felt like I just wanted to talk to someone, and all I ever got told what “what do YOU have to talk about? Your life isn’t so bad..” then a list of examples of how other people had it worse, so suck it up. Fair enough.. but that pretty much ended up making me feel like each time something bad would happen, that it wasn’t actually that bad and that I should suck it up because at least I wasn’t ::insert worst case scenario::. I tend to project that stance onto my brother and also my sister, and I think that’s why I’ve ended up in this position where I feel like I’m on the other side of the coin than them. I just don’t want to spend my life blaming people for shit, when as I’ve gotten older I’ve been able to relate to some of the hard core emotions that cause some people to do things they wouldn’t do if they had better coping skills.

I saw a video the other day that seeped into my core and pulled out a fear that had been buried for a long time. It was a video of a little boy being beaten.. and his screams and crying were out of pure terror… and I broke.. because that was our house hold more often than not.. and that shit would rock my fucking world. My soul has looked into the eyes of Satan on more than one occasion, and there’s something about being terrified that you’ll never forget. I’m sorry that we had to go through that, I’m sorry to the people who inflicted that… imagine not being in your right mind and wanting to destroy someone’s very existence out of pure hate and anger.. I’m sorry those situations happened. I – can’t- place blame. What good would it do? Would I want to watch someone suffer the rest of their life to pay for their actions? Some would say yes because of the suffering that we all still endure day in and day out… but I don’t think an eye for an eye is always the answer. There is a way to nip a cycle in the bud.. and maybe it’s egotistical of me to think this way, but maybe I’m the one doing in by not harboring these resentments and using them as excuses to not heal completely.

I WANT to heal. I don’t think I was put here to carry a lifetime of sadness, I don’t think that’s my end result. I don’t want to be that old lady talking about my past and how horrible things were and how this could have been different… it’s really up to me to break the cycle.. and trust me I have a cycle.

I fall in love very quickly. I fall in love and am very quick to let people in and give every little piece of me, naively thinking that the other person is trust worthy enough and understands me enough to take care of what I’m giving.. and the truth is, they’re not.. because even I’M not. If I could take care of myself, I wouldn’t constantly be thinking I need something else to fulfill me. I’m not whole because I’ve spent majority of my life pushing tons of shit into tiny spaces within my mind and heart and soul.. and then I want someone else to help me figure it out. It doesn’t work like that… MAYBE at one point in my life when my twin was a part of my life, it actually worked like that.. but there is no other person on this earth who will ever know me as intricately as he did… and even now he doesn’t know me. I have to stop searching for that.

Of course I can keep pushing on. I’m pretty good at it, honestly. I can keep moving. I can keep trying. But there is something fascinating about the circumstance that I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve finally created, or taken advantage of, the opportunity to just take care of myself. I could NOT be in a better position… unless I was making money by default and going to the beach everyday… even then though. I’ve gotten myself here, after years of my heart beating out for a moment like this… and here I am. And I don’t want to waste it and I know it won’t be easy. I have to face myself, I have to realize compulsions and anxieties that push me to make decisions… I have to curb those and change them in the moment, and I have to let go of this control that I think I have over situations in my life. Maybe I can de-clutter all these spaces that are filled with repressed emotions and memories and feelings, and then I’ll have more room in my brain for new memories and useless knowledge of TV shows and actors and stuff that I just can’t retain right now.

One day of therapy has shown me this need to face myself… and I think the rest of what needs to be done will come through more sessions. I’m grateful for these moments, THIS is what makes life worth living, in my opinion. The ability to take ownership of myself and my actions and the ability to create instead of live blindly. I want to level up.

0-8 8-16 16-24 24-32 yea.. it’s about time for another level.