Phoenix Fights

Fighting the FEAR, depression and BDP on a daily basis AND making my own bread. Bring it on 2016….

Daily Prompt: I Am a Rock – IT’S MY LIFE


Asking for help is incredibly difficult for me, and always has been.

I did try and ask for help when my brother used to beat me up, but I was either told to hit him back or screamed at for getting into a fight with him in the first place. So I stopped.

When I was being bullied at school, I asked my parents for help; one said ‘You have to learn to fight your own battles’, the other said ‘You have to learn to behave like a lady’. Confusing much? Neither suggestion helped, but both pretty much embedded it into my skull that I was on my own as far as the schoolyard was concerned.

When the dirty old bastard next door used to leer at me, lurking around the dark alley I had go through to get home and asking to see inside my knickers, I didn’t ask for help. What would be the point?  Kids were always wrong, grown ups are always right and I’d probably get a right earful for it if I told my Mum, so I kept schtum.

I never asked for help with my homework. That privilege went to my brother as I was expected to leave school at sixteen, get a ‘nice little job’ in a shop or something until I got married. I’m still shit at making myself study to this day, because, deep down, I don’t believe in myself or that I’m worth educating.

I didn’t ask for help when I split from my first boyfriend. My Mum always thought me too feisty and undeserving to keep C, so she would alway gloat and give me the whole ‘told you so’ lecture when we used to fall out. I don’t think she understood how someone like me got a man that looked like him, which probably tells you a lot about how I came to have such shitty, low self esteem. I don’t think either of my parents ever told me I was beautiful.


I didn’t ask for help from anyone when my Mum was sick with cancer. No one was coping at home, my Dad was apoplectic with rage most of the time and I’d regularly get scolded and humiliated at school for having a creased/dirty uniform, forgetting my homework or not bring the right things for cookery class. It honestly didn’t even occur to me to tell them why and they certainly didn’t ask.

I didn’t ask for help when my Mum’s best friend tried to kiss me in a most inappropriate way when she popped by to visit her in hospital. And she did it when Mum was actually in the room! And when I come to think about it, I had no idea what she was doing, so I couldn’t have been more than 14 and rather repulsively, it was probably my first proper kiss.  If Mum saw, she never said a word. Mary was her best friend, and besides, being the most naive person on the planet and a Catholic to boot, she tended to deny the existence of homosexuality anyway.

I did ask for help from my second boyfriend when my Mum’s death was imminent and I desperately needed someone to be there for me for once in my life. His response?  ‘I don’t think I can come to your house because it will probably be quite depressing.’

Thirty five years on and I’ve never forgotten that moment, and even when he eventually turned up ‘Because my Mum said I should’ the die was cast.


The moment she left this lfe, I turned to a living, breathing human fortress.  For a good twenty years I kept my guard up, kept my own council, let no one in and made sure I survived.
And I coped. Because I had to. Because everything leading to that moment taught me that I could never really rely on anyone other than myself.

It has only been very recently that I allowed myself to let my guard down. And I am usually so pathetically grateful for even the tiniest bit of support, that I’m still making it clear to both myself and others that I neither expect or deserve their help so they end up thinking that they are Mother Teresa or Bob fucking Geldof if they send me the odd text asking how I am.

But, encouraged by some of these small kindness that came my way after my breakdown, I finally asked for proper help from someone.

A friend.

Someone I thought I could trust. That would support me the way I had and I would still support her.

I say ‘proper help’; I actually, in the depths of despair, and in genuine fear that I would die of loneliness, when she asked me if there was anything she could do, I asked that if she hadn’t heard from me for a few days, I’d probably hit the wall mentally and emotionally, and if that happened would she please maybe swing by, pick me up and drag me out to a movie or for a walk in the park or something?


Horrified, exposed, humiliated and furious with myself, I immediately back tracked, saying she didn’t have to do it, I knew she was busy and I was hard to be around when I was like that, etc., etc.

She replied saying that she was sorry for the silence, that of course it wasn’t too much to ask and that she’d be in touch when she got back from her business trip.

You can guess what happened, can’t you?

Not only did she not keep her promise but she’d kept arranging to see me then cancelling last minute, so many times that when it came to a head one weekend when she did it twice in two days, I ended up thinking that I couldn’t who I hated more. Her or myself.

I reeled back wounded, decided to keep her at a distance (not that she noticed) and we gradually lost touch.

Until now.

I’ll see her again in the near future when we meet up with a mutual friend.

I’ll be as warm and chatty as I can.

We’ll update one anohter on each others lives and on the surface of things, build bridges.

But my walls are back up.

She’ll never see the whites of my eyes again.

Though it’s unlikely anyone will again to be fair as even God legs it when I ask for his aid.

I am a rock and the knowledge that this is so is probably the one thing in this world I CAN rely on.

So whilst I’d love to think that one day, I will be able to ask for help and for that request to be fulfilled, in the meantime, I hold strong. And endure.

“My Life”

What I choose to do is of no concern to you and your friends
Where I lay my hat may not be my home, but I will last on my own

‘Cause it’s me, and my life
it’s my life

Oh the world has sat in the palm of my hand not that you’d see
and I’m tired and bored of waiting for you and all those things you never do

‘Cause it’s me, and my life
it’s my life

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18 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: I Am a Rock – IT’S MY LIFE

  1. As usual, I didn’t understand some of the slang you used, but that hardly detracts from this post. Were you really expected to quit school before graduating? Wouldn’t society have looked down on you/your parents for not even finishing high school?

    I get what it’s like to not be cared about, though not in the same way as yourself. That’s a story for another day though…

    I wish I lived closer to you, I’m used to doing the exact thing you asked your rather lack luster “friend” for. If you want, I can email you every week to see how you are, at least.

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  3. Dear Sista Sertraline,

    You are not alone. Life is hard, people fail us, but if we rise and stand up for ourselves… if we honor ourselves the way that you are doing here in this blog… then the world slowly changes around us.

    People who do not honor us as we honor ourselves, they fall by the wayside. If we let them go, space opens up for other people to walk in. If we just keep honoring ourselves, then the new people who show up will be people who will honor us too.

    As children we don’t have much choice over our circumstances, but as adults we have choice. Exercising this choice, one small step at a time, gives us back our power to be free, to be whole, and to express our hearts without fear.

    Keep writing, Sista.

  4. God Loves You and He hears your heart♥

    Father we thank you for your Holy Presence in this day you have created; May we be glad and rejoice in it. We exalt you and adore you Lord…..You are our rock in which we stand upon. Lord we lift up this dear sister to you. We ask Father that you surround her with the peace of your presence; so that she may walk in the blessing of your wisdom and grace. Father we thank you that you have your angelic host posted around her protecting her at all times. We pray for clarity in her mind so that she may hear your voice guiding her direction. We pray for wholeness in her body so that she may always live with the strength to accomplish all you ask of her. We pray for her spirit, may she rest in you Lord and come to know the revelation of your Kingdom… Lord we draw the blood line of Christ around her and her home…We declare Lord that no adversarial forces have access or influence over her…..She is free by the blood of Christ. In your name Jesus we pray. Amen ~Sincerely Cindy

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  6. An ugly truth, beautifully told. I hope you DO find that special friend who can finally show you what it’s like to let your guard down and rely on someone.

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  8. I both sympathise and empathise: like you, I find it almost impossible to trust others. The problem with such awful childhood experiences is that they become hard-wired into the brain, and the wires themselves then become charred and tangled with an accumulation of pain. I find that writing helps because it allows me to say all those things previously locked up in the dark room. Do you find the same?
    Your post is very honest and brave. I do hope that you find people who are able to soothe the hurt places and allow you to open up.


    • Hi Alienora

      This blog has been a revelation for me as both a place where I can say exactly what’s on my mind and the fact that I’ve hardly ever been judged harshly to date, apart from one person who didn’t even have the cojones to identify themselves. But one cowardly judgement in over half a year is amazing really.

      Trust is nigh on impossible for me, even when it comes to the people I love and who care for me, as it seems that if you show your vulnerability pretty much anyone and everyone will use that as collateral at some stage to their own ends, even if they don’t know they are doing it, which immediately hardens my heart and brings out the fighter in me.

      This is why, although I’m trying really hard to open up and trust more, that my default, formidable Easter Island statue me feels like a much safer place to be.

      Sad but true! But everyday is a new start and am hopeful with regard to the future.

      Or is that apprehensive? 😉

      Thanks so much for your comments and support

      SS x

      • I can totally identify with your Easter Island statue metaphor – what a great image!

        I tend to write very openly about such things, but, if you were to ask me how I was feeling, I would almost certainly clam up or make some anodyne comment.

        It is such a difficult one, isn’t it? I do envy those lucky mortals who give their trust so easily.

        Alienora x

  9. Your story brings me sadness, but I understand as well. May you find peace through your blog as I am doing as well. Perhaps you can find a way to trust again. That is my hope for you. It sounds like you do want it ~ you most certainly deserve it. You have my support even though we are only bloggers.

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