I’ve been obsessed with the Mumford & Sons album “Sigh No More,” which is where the last post quotes lyrics from, and will explain why once again, I’m using song lyrics as I write. I can’t stop playing the album, it’s either Mumford and Sons or the new Sade album “Soldier of Love.” Today though, it’s all Mumford, I’m ringing in my 27th year with a fresh perspective, on myself and the world around me. And as much as I’d like to tell you that today I’m in a fantastic place and everything is peachy, I cannot do so without a lingering feeling that things are not as they should be, pleasantville is only quasi pleasant, and I question what I can do to keep myself safe and healthy and maintain the boundaries I need in order to keep moving forward.
weep for yourself, my man,
you’ll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man,
you’re not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rape yourself,
take all the courage you have left
wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
Thursday night, after leading a meeting up in Thousand Oaks, Angel and I were driving home and my mother called. She kept asking me if I am okay, she always repeats herself when she’s been drinking and the slurred speech is always a dead give away. She started to tell me how uncomfortable she feels around this time of year, to which I replied “I would feel uncomfortable if I was about to give birth to myself as well.” She paused and said that part of this year was awesome, it was the divorce, us leaving on March 13th that made her feel uncomfortable and she asked if I wanted to know the story of us leaving. As if she magically knew what I’d just written in my blog, and it would have to be a magical thing she knew because I’ve asked her repeatedly to keep away from here. I love her, unconditionally, and she is incapable of reading what I’m actually writing. In my post about EMDR I wasn’t asking for the details of the day we left, I was coming to the realization that those details don’t matter. I don’t need them to remember what I felt, to feel what still lingers today. I was speaking openly about how some things can never be explained, and no amount of justifying will excuse the events of those days. I didn’t want anything. I was thinking aloud. And in doing so I came to my own conclusions about that time in my life. Because I knew her response wouldn’t suffice. It would be “I’m sorry I fucked you up so much. I regret everything anyway and had no choice.”
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn’t I, my dear?
Maybe I’ve become too accustomed to the language of recovery, but the words I need her to say are not words she knows how to say right now. Because she is unhealthy and doesn’t know how to be accountable for things that have gone wrong in her life. We are alcoholics. It is our nature to place blame. I did/do the same thing until I work my steps, until I can see my part in something I’ve done wrong, in the way I’ve hurt someone, at which point I can openly admit my behavior and actions were selfish, or arrogant, or self-seeking and fear based. I set myself up for failure, because I expect her to respect my wishes in not reading this page, and then when she emails me with a quick paragraph saying how she had nobody else to depend on, I get frustrated that nobody is accountable. I am accountable for my actions in those days. I never told her how much it hurt me that she wouldn’t come home. It was selfish to think she would just know… she had a lot going on then. I have to let myself off the hook though, because I was a kid. And abandoned. And lonely.
tremble for yourself, my man,
you know that you have seen this all before
tremble little lion man,
you’ll never settle any of your score
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
Ever since then I can’t help but think about what would happen if she were anybody aside from my mother. Would I stick around? Would I wait it out? Would I allow myself to be in this vulnerable position, a place where I feel emotionally abused, stuck in the washing machine or re-traumatizing my inner child, or would I say “I hope you find the willingness to seek help. I love you no matter what, but for now I can only love you from afar because it hurts me too much to stay this close.” Maybe the reason she doesn’t get help is because she hasn’t had to face the consequences of her alcoholism. Maybe my part in that is not following through on my recovery, the promise I made to myself to stay away from unhealthy people who do not wish to become healthy. One of the biggest problems in the relationship with my mom is my inability to separate her feelings from mine. The enmeshment runs so deep I didn’t know it was happening until I started the work of undoing it. When a conversation between mother and daughter goes from “I hurt” and “I’m sorry you hurt, it will be okay,” to “I hurt” and “Your hurt makes me hurt, I wish I could take away all your pain,” things have become unhealthy. I was afraid to have feelings because I knew they would hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her. I still don’t. But I also don’t want to hurt myself. That’s part of the amends I’m making to myself, participating in self-care. Perhaps loving her from afar is self-care. I have to speak with Dr. Reef and Jill about this tomorrow and Tuesday. So it’s 3 hours until I’m officially 27, it’s 12:17am and every other year my mom has called me around 5am to tell me that x years ago she was giving birth to me. Every other year, every year past 16, I’ve been drunk on my birthday night out, and I don’t remember what I did. I remember one party as a child where kids started opening my presents and I bawled, but only because of a picture. And I remember one birthday where I told an ex-boyfriend I didn’t want him to spend the night, because it’s my birthday and I can do what I want. The selfish behavior seems so obvious now. This year, this 27th year of my life, I’m going to remember the little details and not because they will justify feelings later down the road but because it will allow me to experience the feelings as they arise. It’s going to be a good year, even if it’s been a rough end to the last.
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time
didn’t I, my dear?
joe singer
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday jennie! i hope you have a wonderful birthday.
joe
Pete Schult
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday, Jennie.
George
February 22, 2010
One of the hardest things I had to do was cut my mom loose. She is one of the sickest people I have ever met(who just happens to also be my mother). Nothing is her fault, it is all someone else’s fault – the government is trying to screw her over, her brothers are trying to screw her over, the condo association is trying to screw her over, etc. The whole world is against her, to hear her talk about it.
Plus, she has never dealt with her own shit, so she takes out her unresolved anger, rage and resentment on anyone handy (i.e. friends and family). No wonder she has only one friend, and only one of her five siblings will talk with her. She tries to hold back occasionally, but if you’re around her more than an hour, you’ll get both barrels.
For a long time I tried having a relationship with her. I did my 9th step years ago and a part of that was developing a relationship with her to the best of my ability. I ignored her swipes and caustic/sarcastic humor and just tried to love her. Finally I realized that even after a 15-minute phone conversation, I would need 24-48 hours to recover. What’s the point of that? Ruining my life out of some sense of duty? Fuck that, I’m done.
On most days I’m okay. Sometimes I feel sad or guilty that I don’t have a relationship with my mom, but when I sit and think about it I realize I’m missing something that was never really there in the first place (a REAL mother, with love to give, instead of being a black hole of sickness). Then if I’m really on the ball I get into service, which reminds me that I have all I need, right here, right now.
Good luck with this sweetie. ;-]
Much Love.
greer
April 6, 2010
i feel ur pain George, but i have to say, i wouldnt be able to do wut u did. im not asking you to help me do wut u did but im saying i dont know how you did it!! i feel like u gave up, even if it wasnt worth it. imp i think it was worth it. imp?!?!
April Dove
February 22, 2010
I once came across an anonymous quote that said, one way to love anything (or anyone) is to imagine them as lost. It really saved me because one can never retraumatize one’s inner child adopting this stance. It is the only way to heal both yourself and your mother. Two lost beings, no blame. You are doing great, keep it up.
Marc
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Jen. I’ll always be here for you.
Peter Holden
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Miss Ketcham 🙂
wilton
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday I hope you have a wonderful day today and everyday.
Susan
February 22, 2010
Such a powerful, painful post. Lots of truth. You’re thinking in the right direction; not blaming, but trying to keep yourself & your recovery safe.
In hindsight, old patterns with my family were the greatest threat to my day-to-day abstinence/sobriety. Not fiercely guarding boundaries FOR MYSELF was the start of a 13 yr relapse. Stay strong & healthy – protect yourself the way your mother couldn’t.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
David Zimmerman
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday, Jennie. It is going to be a good year. It’ll be good because you know yourself better than before. Temet Nosce…”know thyself.”
I refer to song lyrics a lot, also.
“Be yourself is all that you can do” comes to mind, via Audioslave.
Jacob C
February 22, 2010
… Yup. We don’t live long enough to really get our acts together, do we? Most people spend their lives trying to escape their demons. My grandmother was 64 before she started realizing how to treat people and be honest with herself. She died at 65. Your mother will come around, eventually. When, I can’t say. It’s funny though you mention that every year… My mother does the same thing, lol, but I’ve had 3 less times to hear about it than you have. It’s a mom thing basically saying “I can’t believe you’re this old, and that makes me this much older, and wow have you grown from that little thing I held in my arms, x years ago.” It’s a milestone moment, and I kinda like it.
Anyway good for you for facing your problems. Your mom will always be your mom, family. You can’t pick your family, you can pick your friends. Do what you have to do where your mom is concerned but just make sure you keep the lines of communication open. Tell her straight why you’re not wanting to talk with her. What she does with that information after that, is up to her. Maybe it’ll be a wake up call for her to get clean.
Jacob C
February 22, 2010
If this is a double post, keep this one please, it has a P.S. At the end.
… Yup. We don’t live long enough to really get our acts together, do we? Most people spend their lives trying to escape their demons. My grandmother was 64 before she started realizing how to treat people and be honest with herself. She died at 65. Your mother will come around, eventually. When, I can’t say. It’s funny though you mention that every year… My mother does the same thing, lol, but I’ve had 3 less times to hear about it than you have. It’s a mom thing basically saying “I can’t believe you’re this old, and that makes me this much older, and wow have you grown from that little thing I held in my arms, x years ago.” It’s a milestone moment, and I kinda like it.
Anyway good for you for facing your problems. Your mom will always be your mom, family. You can’t pick your family, you can pick your friends. Do what you have to do where your mom is concerned but just make sure you keep the lines of communication open. Tell her straight why you’re not wanting to talk with her. What she does with that information after that, is up to her. Maybe it’ll be a wake up call for her to get clean.
P.S. Her asking you if you are OK is her own guilt. So you need to be careful how you approach that. A proverb once said, if you get a man drunk, he’ll tell you the truth. You need her to understand that her guilt is feeding her addiction and in order for her to stop sabotaging your relationship, she has to quit.
Sky
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday! It will be a wonderfull year indeed!
Chris Brown
February 22, 2010
Just don’t do anything to get yourself on the evening news & you’ll be fine. Happy Birthday Jennie!
J
February 22, 2010
Jennie,
Happy Birthday! Hang in there ‘one day at a time’.
All of my best to you and your recovery!
J
Marc
February 22, 2010
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
I felt the Serentiy Prayer applied.
Happy Birthday
LC
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Jennie
Great people are born on this day Edward Kennedy (Teddy), George Washington and of course you. Good luck, keep the legacy high and growing. LC
gonenb
February 22, 2010
Mazal Tov, jennie, may the gods of gravity grants all your wishes.
Jimmy
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday Jennie!!!!! I’m sure it will be good one.
Chuck
February 22, 2010
happy birtday jen!! Things heal on there own time, you can’t rush it with family, I know, mine is still on the healing process but its far from being complete. Much love from the east coast.
TheKid420
February 22, 2010
Love your blog is always fantastic. Things are going on, there’s drama, your on TV, it’s always cool. Thanks for always sharing, and thanks for talking about some music you are feeling. Don’t know much about Mumford and Sons but I’m dling some now to check out.
My Moms and Dad were gone before I ever got to knwo them so i really don’t know what to tell you about all that, but you said something that I was kind of talking about last time.
“Maybe I’ve become too accustomed to the language of recovery” right on. I’ve known a lot of folks in and out of the spot for horse or crack or whatever and they come out talking kind of funny, sometimes that whole scene takes a person over. I look forward to the day all the therapy and everything is behind you and it’s more about the what’s happening later down the road or in the present, and less about the past. Sometimes I think these therapists want to focus there because they can string someone out forever that way.
Hey on a side note I dl’ed the Wolfman and Shutter Island this weekend and here’s my thoughts. The Wolfman was horrible, the howl was cool and Agent Smith and Hopkins were strong, but everything else off. Shutter Island not bad, the so called twist is telegraphed 20 minutes in but not bad, not great. Not scary at all, more a thriller noir type thing.
Listening to Mumford and Sons now, song called Winter Winds. I don’t know love this kind of brings me down a little, then again smoked some hash on way home so that could be it also.
Thanks again for being a compelling writer, it’s always a great day when you have a new entry.
geo
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday, Ms Ketcham, in more ways than just one. I sincerely hope this one leads to new starts and fresh insights, new dreams and clear eyes with which to see the world for all it holds. Enjoy the sounds, sights, smells; enjoy the feel of he earth beneath your feet, the ocean breeze on your face; enjoy each breath, inhale and exhale, and each blink that reveals a different picture for your mind. Peace. Happy birthday.
Bill
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday, Jennie! I hope this year’s B-Day is the best one yet!!!!!
Joe in Toronto
February 22, 2010
I know how difficult it is to be objective about my parents when I think about them, and I know that when I’m in a situation that leads me to ask “Would I treat this differently if Mom was someone I’d just met?” that the only answer I can say is “Yes, I probably would.” The bottom line is that my Mom is my Mom, and how I respond to her is a direct result of what that relationship means to me based on years of maintaining that.
There is a lot of pain and an underlying wonder to what you’re written today. The pain is real, but the wonder is too – that’s what we’ve got most days, Jennie.
I wish you a very very sincere Happy 27th Birthday. You are a talented and honest writer, and I thank you again, as I always do when I leave a message here, for your candor and honesty, and I wish you the VERY best of happiness for the year and years to come.
Joe in T.O.
JJ
February 22, 2010
I recall that you practice Yoga. I too practice and at the end of each class our instructor always reads a passage that in some way applies to what we did that day. Recently we were doing single leg poses and at the conclusion of class she read the following and I thought of you;
Patience is cultivated through a whole process of learning to let go, and of attending to the inner flow. If you practice this, you will notice that the process itself follows a sequence. Initially, there is a period when, in starting to let go of something and to pull your attention away from it, you go through inner chemical changes that you can actually feel.
First, a kind of contraction and resistance sets in. You feel the tension increase and intensify, as the whole pattern you’re stuck in condenses to its densest point. While this is happening, you have to hold your attention on it, until it becomes so tight that you think, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” On the fourth “can’t do – or thereabouts – the whole thing releases, and you find yourself saying, “I can do it.”
You learn patience by understanding that there are stages in the flow of energy as it changes from something crystallized to a state of total flow. Furthermore, since there are stages in the process, all you can do is sit there, and keep working until it changes. It doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not a case of instant gratification. When you start to experience tension, the tension itself is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Jennie, go deeper. Find more flow.
It tells you this to signal to you that the state of the flow within you is not yet able to balance the external pressure that you’re experiencing. The lack of patience you experience arises from your bumping into this imbalance. So, you take a breath, you concentrate inside, and you feel a change take place in the flow within. Then, amazingly enough, whatever you’re relating to also changes.
Happy B’Day try and make it a good day.
Michael
February 22, 2010
Love won’t conquer a lifetime of selfishness, and, in the end, that’s what being a drunk has always been about for me.
Sounds like your mom has the same outlook, whether or no she is one of my kind.
For what it is worth, forgiveness is not about justice, right, wrong or even truth.
It’s about loving someone who may not be able to show love back to you.
I’ve received far more of that grace of forgiveness than I deserve, and I’m never able to give enough of it out to the rest of the world.
I hope you find your way to forgiveness Jennie, not for her, but for the love you carry for her, along with the pain, and the little trace of leftover hate.
She’ll still be flawed and maybe still drunk, but she won’t own your hate any longer.
Jonathan
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Jennie.
I just read your Huffpo post and it is your best yet. It is truly the only article about Tiger’s apology that I could read. I am sick of everyone feeling they had a right to an opinion. I love the fact that your opinion was ultimately only about you. The only person we get to judge is ourselves. It was one of the most powerful posts you have written, it was clean and seamless and simple.
Meyhem
February 22, 2010
Hi Jennie. Happy belated birthday. I understand mixed feelings about that esp as I am staring the big four oh in the face while trying to figure out what happened to my 30’s.
I also understand watching your parents, these vital people, whom you love, age and show that they are human. It is not fair, they aren’t supposed to have weaknesses like us. But they do. I think dealing with that is mabye the hardest part of growing up, and I flat out resent that I have to do it.
On to my latest left field thought of the day. Has anyone ever talked to you about the concept of G.I.G.O. (garbage in – garbage out) as it relates to sobriety?
It’s an interesting thing. Basicly, it says that anything you put into your head is going to effect you. (or me – I am not special either) If you read lots of horror novels you will be more afraid, if you listen to depressing music you will be more depressed. (this is my particular hang-up, I don’t like most country music or pink floyd for that matter. I am way too good at being depressed all by my self to need help. My dog is looking at me in that concerned way again. I hate that.) I am not actually familiar with the music you are quoting of late, but judging by the lyrics maybe you should think about some Wierd Al for a while? just a thought.
Also I think it is important to treat yourself once in a while, in the company of friends. I know that I have the ability to make sobriety as miserable as I want to, But I need to remind myself frequently, that by being sober I have the ability to be good to myself. that means I can have FUN. Go do somthing that you enjoy – I mean did you realy stop numbing yourself out so that you could feel sad all the time?
Luck and Prayers
Meyhem
Steve-0
February 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Jennie K.
TD
February 22, 2010
After a difficult relationship with my mother, years of estrangement, and months of therapy, I came to the realization that my biological mother will never be what I am looking for in a mother figure, and is not this kind of person that I would like in my life as a friend.
Once I let go of the need for her to match my desires for a mom, my life became MUCH MUCH better
robert roach
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday, Jen. Looks like everyone else beat me to it:)
Paul
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday, Jennie. All the best.
Just curious to know if you received my earlier email…
Mike
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday. Hope you have a great day and an even better year. As always stay safe and strong.
XaTooK
February 22, 2010
Happy birthday Jennie, enjoy this special day.
xoxo
firstverb
February 23, 2010
Miss Jennifer,
I hope you had a fine birthday with many various flavored cupcakes.
I can’t begin to understand the relationship between you and your mother, other than saying. You are who you are because of everyone and everything that you have ever seen, read, smelt, done, tasted, and touched. You are the sum of all things that have come across your path in your 27 years on this globe. All the people that you have been in contact with whether in person (the truly blessed) or the ones who get to read your thoughts and musings. All of these people are irrevocably different because of you. The changes in this world due to you, because of you, for some are good, for some not so good, yet all add to what this world is right now. Everyone is connected and interlinked. The choices, attitudes, feelings which you or anyone else emits to those we encounter forever change their lives, and the lives which those people touch and so on. Even as we read your words we have altered each others life journey.
Whether you’re writing about family, addictions, day to day life, or even your dog, any of these can be the trigger which set off the right synapse in someone on the other side of the world that will cause a memory or a smile or some other reaction that will change their moment. And being one of those let me say thank you. Thank you for a memory of one of my grandfathers’ hound dogs (in reference to a recent twitpic).
I will pray that the Lord or gravity or whatever you currently believe in, will give you a prosperous year without to many trials or tribulations.
Have a glorious day.
LW
February 23, 2010
Wow its your birthday today? It also happens to be the day I stumbled upon “Sex Rehab” online and watched all 8 episodes in a row. The show helped me look at my own intimacy issues–it’s 3 days after my latest relationship ended because we moved too fast and both freaked out. Too many attempts at relationships have been fueled by chemistry and a recreation of old trauma, and I’m done making that mistake. Thanks for being such an inspiring example of starting with self-healing first! I have an appointment with my sex therapist in SF this week, and thanks to what I saw on the show I’m going to tell her that what I really need is celibacy for now.
John Omar Larnell Adams
February 23, 2010
Hi Jennie K!
gorgeous one.Glad you are alright.
I dropped you an email for your bday.
tupac king
February 23, 2010
Happy birthday Jennie.
I wish you all the happiness in the world, good health and good continuation.
Invisible Mikey
February 23, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and may you have many, many RE-BIRTHS. Peeling back the layers of past pain to reveal truths and learn from them is rewarding, hard work. You have much to be proud of. You earned it, and you deserve love and happiness.
(I’ve been posting from the open road, the one that leads ever onward…)
Lance
February 23, 2010
Happy late 27th Jennie. Keep things in perspective and protect yourself. As much as we might want to keep in touch with those who we like or love that are still in a unhealthy place it is best to get yourself in a cleaner environment.
Shannon
February 24, 2010
I love reading your posts. I always hear exactly what I need to hear. I have a lot of the same issues with my Mom and it is so comforting to know that I am not alone. It is really hard to be in recovery and have a parent or parents who are still sick and in the middle of their disease. For now I have to love my Mother from afar. I am not sure what our relationship will look like in the future but I pray that my higher power will help me find the answer.
Happy birthday sweet Jennie. I hope this year brings you much love and laughter. You deserve it!!!!!!!
Kevin
February 24, 2010
Happy birthday. Savor the moment.
Jes
February 24, 2010
I have been reading this blog for awhile but this is my first comment. First – Happy Birthday!!! Second, thank you for baring your soul on this site. I cannot express to you how much of an impact you have made on my life and my perspective and what good it does to know that we are not alone – even when the circumstances are not exactly the same, the thought processes and emotions are often similar! And last, but certainly not least – thanks for the introduction to Mumford & Sons – I have been listening to them all day today!!! I love hearing new music and living in KS I don’t get a huge amount of exposure to new great artists. I would love to hear more of your music choices – I especially think music and emotion are tied together and find it very therapeutic and interesting to hear what you are listening to as you go through your life!
Adam
February 24, 2010
Happy Birthday Jennie!! Best Wishes on another great year!
jordan
February 24, 2010
Happy belated birthday, Jennie. 🙂 You’re beautiful & so inspiring.
Debbie
February 24, 2010
I think reading this confirms I am still proud of explaining every bit of leaving my husband to my children. I do not and cannot hide the tough times of life from my children. I’ve always believed in showing them that it is okay to be show emotions. My alcoholic father hid it all. My mom was honest about all of it. There is nothing worse as a child than not knowing. Esp from the base of your parents. To tell them what you’re going thru, because they are also. You may think that it’s best to hide things from your children, but it’s not. They are a part of you and feel what you do and look to you for security and guidance. It’s okay if they see you as an imperfect human being trying to get thru this life the best that you can. And how we screw up, make mistakes and choose to not have our spirit squashed by those that do not understand how to love someone.
Theresa Jane
February 25, 2010
Happy Birthday girl! And you go out there roaring with your 27th year. 27 is such a great age to be and how great that you’re going into it with such focus, commitment, and drive to heal and have what you need and want from life.
How wonderful that you’re heading towards thirty with a healthy balance in place of taking the responsibility for your actions for your life and yet letting yourself off the hook because you were just a kid and abandoned. That took me years to come to come to. I waffled between blaming my parents and then beating myself up for all I had done accusing myself of being an awful person with no reason for the ways I traveled. There was no forgiveness, acceptance, or understanding for myself and what drove me to do the behaviors I participated in. However today I can love, accept, and forgive myself and understand the why’s without the blame to my mom and step-father. But it was a long journey. However one of the most freeing and healing. Now I’m learning to love that inner child that kept me stuck and assist her to grow into a healthy adult free of her past traumas. I think I just got my topic for my blog today…hummmm. You’ve inspired me. 🙂 As always 🙂
Theresa Jane
Brett Greisen
February 28, 2010
Happy Birthday ! Have a great 27th Orbit.
Best wishes, Brett G
Joe
March 12, 2010
rape yourself?
is that the actaul lyrics?!
Johnny
March 21, 2010
Hey,Jennie! Happy belated Birthday! I hoped u have a good and safe one,ok?