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You Are In Integrity

“You are in integrity when the life you live is an authentic expression of who you are.” — Alan Cohen

 

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Tears Dry On Their Own — Amy Winehouse

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All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew
And this regret I got accustomed to
Once it was so right
When we were at our height
Waiting for you in the hotel at night

I knew I hadn’t met my match
But every moment we could snatch
I don’t know why I got so attached

It’s my responsibility
You don’t owe nothing to me
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

I don’t understand
Why do I stress a man
When there’s so many bigger things at hand

We could’ve never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal

Even if I stop wanting you
And perspective pushes true
I’ll be some next man’s other man soon

I cannot play myself again
Should just be my own best friend
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

So we are history
Your shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

I wish I could say no regrets
And no emotional debt
‘Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets

So we are history
A shadow covers me
The sky above ablaze
That only lovers see

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
My blue shade
My tears dry on their own

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry on their own

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry

— Amy Winehouse

Gemini ~ Naturally Bipolar and Anxious

 

I am bipolar and within the last year or so, have begun to experience severe anxiety and panic. In late December I had meltdown of incredible proportions. The extreme anxiety disorder is new for me; haunting me for a little more than a year now. Anxiety so strong, and triggered by the actions of my partner. For several years, he has promulgated a new behavior, “Babe, I’m just running up to the 7 Eleven to get some cigarettes; I’ll be back in twenty-five minutes.” As he walks out the door I always say, “Take your cell phone with you,” which he already has in hand.

That promised “twenty-five minutes” turns out to be days that he is away from home, not answering his cell phone or even calling. I refer to it as my partner “going missing.” My reaction begins with worry. Then I may happen upon something on the computer exposing the person he would be meeting and what they would be doing. A friend of mine has a husband who has nearly same behavior. She calls this type a “player” explaining that these types of men want to still run the streets, cheat on their partners or spouses. The “player” behavior is incongruent with the committed relationship my partner and I have. This friend’s advice to me was to be proud that it is me he eventually comes home to, giving me parts of himself his hookups never see. To this I say, “bullshit.”

Player my ass. My worry then turns to anger. I can’t sleep. I start calling my partner’s phone over and over. He calls it “psycho dialing.” The anger then turns to tears. I cry as I wander through the house, “What did I do wrong? I didn’t do anything wrong.” My speech becomes so slurred and difficult to understand that it has been described as though I had a stroke. Lately, I noticed a pain in my chest along with a rapid and what I describe as “fluttering” heart. Irritability for me is a sign that I am swinging toward the maniacal part of bipolar. Then deep depression, laced with that wicked anxiety and panic. I began taking a prescribed anti-anxiety medication called Ativan. I was eating it like candy.

This most recent December meltdown grew so out of control I felt as though the only way to be free of it would come through ending my life. I have been in this cold place before and placed a call to the behavioral health crisis line associated with my health insurance. I was referred to the Maricopa County Hospital. There I was checked out and cleared medically and it was suggested I sign myself in to St. Luke’s Behavioral Health. I’ve been there before too. St. Luke’s worked for me before. Back in 2005 I nearly ended my life with a mantra in my head, “I hate my life, I hate my life.” After two months they helped me see the world differently and I left there with a new mantra, “I love my life, I love my life!” I felt safe returning there.

I worked hard over the next three weeks, finding that each time I told my story, I felt more at ease and could see the flaws in my relationship. I realize the degree of my co-dependency and made a commitment to attend CODA (a twelve step group for co-dependents). I was placed under the care of the psychiatrist who followed me last admission. He wanted to take my treatment further than I agreed to last time. In my first admission, he suggested ECT (Electro Convulsive Treatment.) I refused it then because of the loss of one’s short-term memory as a side effect of the treatment. But this time felt different to me and I agreed to begin the treatment.

Hello World!

My first blog on Blogger! I am so excited to be able to share my blogs with a whole new audience. I’ve been blogging for almost two years now on my 360 page on Yahoo! as well as to an even larger audience on WordPress.com (http://christophersmark/wordpress.com). My experience blogging has been very positive. I started blogging on Yahoo! after my partner, Christopher created my 360 page as a surprise to me. He did all the initial “setting up” of the page, and added as much of his own creativity as he possibly could. I had been telling him for months how intrigued I was by the concept of blogging. I’ve always been a conscientious one to journal on a daily basis. For my journal, I must have the most luxurious of bound papers and I treat myself to the most expensive pen I can afford. Journaling to me, is a release. It’s a way for me to look back on feelings, experiences and emotions. It’s a valuable way for me to review the lessons I’ve learned, and a chance to discern what I could have done differently in a given situation. When I journal, I write as though no one will ever see those pages but me. Honesty comes forth easily.

Honesty has become a theme in my life. I haven’t always been a person of integrity or honesty. It’s taken me a long time and its been a very difficult journey to get to the point where I am today. My blogs are all about honesty. My honesty. The lessons I am learning in this life, the fears I face, about my willingness for greater spirituality in my life, about my addiction to methamphetamines, my experience with mental illness and much more. There are individuals who may read this and find the level of honesty to which I subscribe well, unbelievable! Unfortunately, I have either run out of chances with them to prove myself, or they are unwilling to let go of the resentments they hold on to so tightly. To them, I shall always be “guilty until proven innocent”. I know the commitment I make each and every day when I first get out of bed; I commit to being rigorously honest in this new day, honest in every thought, word and action. I realize of course that I am human and prone to error, but by making this simple promise each and every day, I have grown into making honesty a habit and part of the under girding of my life.

The sharing of my honesty and my path of personal growth began on Yahoo! I quickly began making “friends” around the globe, all of whom were sharing such valuable feedback regarding my blogs. Eventually, I realized that I was nearing 700 “hits” per day on my 360 page! I yearn for ways to be more creative with my blogs and take my writing more seriously. I began taking a look at my options, and none seemed better than WordPress and now Blogger. Blogging has helped me grow in my writing, as I have even stretched a bit through my first attempts at writing poetry and short stories. Through WordPress and Blogger I have an even greater audience, still from around the world, and still offering that valuable feedback. I look forward to building a following of readers who are perhaps on the same path as I am, or maybe considering making changes in their life. I don’t set out to change anyone with my blogs, but rather show myself for who I really am. I’m no different than you…

Something Happened For the First Time in My Adult Life ~ A Commitment to Monogamy

 

Something has happened in my thinking for the first time in my adult life. Those who know me well will agree that this “happening” is revelation for me, if not a miracle:

I went to bed last night hours before my partner Christopher; one of those artist traits where an idea must be completed to his satisfaction on canvas or else his mind won’t rest. After sleeping for what seemed like a full night, I looked at the clock. I had only been sleeping a little over two hours. I noticed I was freezing. “He has the A/C turned to the 60’s I thought to myself”. With a still sleepy voice, I called out, “Christopher.” My voice was so faint and I knew he was on the opposite end of the house. Little did I expect that he’d even hear me? I laid there and pulled the down comforter over me. Just then, in walks Christopher, “Yes Baby?” “I’m cold” I told him”, still softly. “Would you like me to warm you up? I’ll have to get naked you know. “Yes.” I still muttered.

As he crawled into bed with me beneath our luxurious comforter, I soon felt the heat radiating from his body. Once I was warm enough, I pulled my arm out from under the comforter and stroked his handsome face. Soon, we began making love. Not just a routine kind of love-making; this was very different. We found ourselves becoming so intimate with one another and so passionate; our faces were lit by our bright smiles and our eyes locked in to one another’s. As our demonstration of love to one another continued and grew even further in its intensity, I began thinking to myself, “God, no other man knows me like this to even come close to making me feel this good” and, “I love him so differently than anyone else in my life”. And Christopher said, “Baby, you are so right for me. I love you deeply”. I responded to him by saying, “Baby, there is no other man for me but you”. Our kisses, just as they have in the past, sealed our commitment to one another. Our love making met each other’s needs so completely and naturally.

My mind continued its course of thoughts like, “This is it. He is so much “the one” for me. I have no doubts. Even with all of the challenges we face, nothing can erode the foundation of true love that we have for one another. He so longs for monogamy. I believe I can now give it freely, authentically, and honestly to him”.

Later, in the shower these feelings still lingered and I thought to myself, “I have never given myself so completely to someone, nor have I had anyone match my giving so equally in return. Tonight Christopher helped me get to a place where no one has ever been successful before”. I planned to tell him this and from the shower walked up behind him as he sat on the computer going through email messages.

“It says here I can make $3,000 a month selling candles, Baby” he said.

“Christopher I need to share something really important with you” I said as I grabbed his big hand into my own two hands. “Tonight, you helped me with something and with your help, together I feel like we went somewhere in intimacy where we have never been before. At least, I never have been in my entire adult life”.

There was enough familiarity with certain key words in what I was saying that changed his look of concern to his big beautiful smile. “Christopher, I felt monogamy. I don’t know exactly how; I’m going to sort more of this out in the morning, but I know I felt it. And baby, right now what I’m feeling is the need to say to you that I am ready to be monogamous. With you. No one has ever made me feel so secure, so attractive, so loved, so cherished as you. And I have never felt the need to make another man feel these same things from me before. At least not all of them in one package. You are the only man I want. This is what I want – monogamy.”

He pulled me into his lap and kissed me so deeply. We cried tears filled with all kinds of happiness and relief and the elimination of regrets. I felt free! I mean, I felt as though tightness was removed from my chest. My face seemed to be engaged in an endless smile. Christopher said, “It sounds to me like you need your inhaler and I’m going to go get it for you and bring us back something cold to drink. Now you crawl back into bed Baby, and I’ll be right back”. After sharing our cherry Kool Aid, I found my spot for my head on his chest; it’s a spot that nestles my head just perfectly. And we fell into a deep sleep in each other’s arms.

This morning, I woke up to thinking of what happened last night and smiled as I stretched and pulled a kitten off Christopher’s neck and kissed him “good morning.” As he sat up I said, “I still feel exactly the same way Christopher.” He looked at me and smiled (a rarity when he first wakes up) and said, “I’m glad. Me too, Baby”. Already, our morning is off to a much different start than the many that have come before. A gentler and more relaxed kind of activity, while we take care of our animals, we call it the morning “chores.”

I logged on to write my blog, and our dearest friend (well really we consider him to be like family to us); Matt IM’d me which made him the very first person I could tell about my “happening”. He was thrilled and gave so much wonderful feedback. As I get ready to post this blog, I know that there is going to be something different about today. Something lighter, brighter and definitely will be full of love. Thank you Christopher and I must say “thank you” to my Self, as I know it took the two of us to create beauty. For the first time, and at the age of 46, Mark feels a sense of monogamy – a need for it. And is ready to give this gift to my partner. The only man who could help me get here.

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Sharing with you a Valentine’s Gift from Christopher

This is a poem written by my partner Christopher for me and given to me on Valentine’s Day, 2006:

To Thine Own Self Be True

My Husband Mark:

A Dream Come True!

I’m Writing This Just for you.

You’re the bomb,

Now don’t you laugh!

You are the epitome of a perfect half.

Even though we had just 2 dates,

I knew that moment we had walked our fate.

Breathtaking eyes that mesmerize,

My heart beats rhythmically

Echoing your name.

Hoping yours is doing the same.

If heaven exists, then I know this:

You are an angel, heard on high,

Throughout every mountainside,

Let it be known beyond this realm,

That Mark is my man!

Honest and True,

Who woulda’ knew…

That I would live to the day,

When I was able to give my heart away?

So if you see fit,

And we both agree,

There is no other lover to come in between.

We stand by each side together on this ride.

And please, give me the honor;

Cupid has checked his list,

And he encourages this:

Be My Valentine!

You will be in bliss,

As I seal the deal with a kiss!

Happy Valentine’s Day, Baby XOXO

~Christopher~