Gucci heels and a dress that is too short (🤷‍♀️)

Jeg har gått som en slask stort sett hele uka. Det må til i blant, noen ganger (veldig ofte for min del) så gidder man bare ikke. All ære til dere som alltid ser stylish ut, men det er bare ikke meg 😅

 

Mentalt har jeg måtte jobbet meg ut av en liten krise. Kampen mot angsten har spisset seg til i det siste, jeg har kjent på trangen til å unnvike situasjonen som gir meg mest angst, og det er dessverre jobb. Jeg ville så gjerne takle dette, prestere og kjenne på mestring, gjøre ære på de flotte menneskene som har gitt meg denne sjansen til å komme meg tilbake til arbeidslivet igjen.. Men til min fortvilelse, så har angst og devaluerende tanker om meg selv fått alt for mye spillerom, og etterhvert ble det så vanskelig at jeg ikke trodde jeg skulle klare å stå i det mer. Og faen, som jeg har hatet meg selv for det.

 

Men heldigvis har jeg blitt møtt med forståelse, og lista har måtte legges enda lavere- noe som har vært vanskelig for meg å akseptere, men jeg må nesten bare svelge stoltheten min her. Det er bedre enn å slutte i frykt i hvert fall.

 

Jeg må fortsatt jobbe med hodet mitt, å møte seg selv med forståelse er utrolig vanskelig for min del, men hvis jeg vil noe som helst med livet mitt så må jeg knekke den koden, og jeg må endre måten jeg snakker til meg selv på- spesielt i situasjoner der jeg ikke klarer å levere optimalt. Jeg har så lyst til å bli god til å være dårlig i ting, hvor rart det enn måtte høres ut!

Uansett, jeg var i en bursdagsfeiring sist helg og det var siste gang jeg kledde meg opp på en stund. Fikk endel kommentarer på at kjolen var for kort, haha.. Jeg er altså for gammel for korte kjoler nå, men sorry.. Det bryr jeg meg ikke om 🤷‍♀️

 

 

Don’t come for me and my natural boobs 😂 Føler meg sykt modig som turte å gå bra-less med de uperfekte puppene mine. De har faktisk aldri vært spesielt fine, jeg ble SÅ skuffa når jeg endelig kom i puberteten og så var det dette jeg fikk.. Men ja ja, sånn ble det. Tror endelig jeg i en alder av 34 har begynt å akseptere det 😅

 

Kjolen er et second-hand funn, skoene også.. De er fra Gucci faktisk, noe av det dummeste jeg har brukt penger på for altså.. De fleste høye hæler er ukomfortable som faen, og disse er intet unntak.. Å betale mye penger for noe som ikke er komfortabelt å gå i en gang, det skal jeg IKKE gjøre igjen 😅

 

Skulle egentlig pynte meg og være sosial i kveld, men søstera mi har sykt barn, så nå venter jeg på Lulu (firbeinte tanteungen) i stedet. Blir koselig det også.

Ønsker deg en fin helg 🌹

Fairytale of lies

Why does it feel like it’s never ending

The pain is still throbbing somewhere under my skin

I wish I could go numb and cold

I wish I could go back in time

Erase the day I met you

Maybe you don’t understand, but you raped my fucking mind

My brain no longer feels like it’s mine

 

I’d tell you whatever it is you want to hear

I just don’t understand what you want

I’ve given up everything

And still you don’t care

 

All these years I spent in vain,spinning a fairytale of lies

When it comes down to it, I still can’t tell what is hiding behind your eyes

And my own brain seems to go insane

Each time I get too close to the truth

It really hurts, how these violent turns

Stole so many years of my youth

 

I don’t like myself anymore

But the sad truth is

I wasn’t that much better before

Just better at lying I guess

Well I can’t lie no more

I’ve never felt more sure

I see myself for exactly what I am

I can’t lie no more

Problem is, you can

 

Shit, you’re still so pretty

That just ain’t me

And that will never be me

You’ve seen me at my worst, you know just how ugly I can get

And I’ve seen it too, so there goes my self respect

I tried so hard to change, but it lead me nowhere

All the demons in my head, they’re still there

 

I’ll never know what’s hiding behind your eyes

All I know, is I have to end this fairytale of lies

 

 

 

 

Desire, desire

You spin me right outta control

After all this time, I still haven’t figured it out

In this wicked game you play

What the fuck is your role

You act like my saviour

But you broke my heart, and then you crushed my soul

 

Desire, desire

Sleeping on cloud nine

Wake up on barbed wire

 

Your drugs ain’t doing it for me

You let me out at last, but I’m still not free

I can’t believe how I brainwashed myself into thinking that you and I was ment to be

How I told myself we were destiny

More like you’re the death of me..

 

Desire, desire

I used to be this untouchable icequeen

Now every inch of me is on fucking fire

 

All in all, I was just a blip on your radar

You’re the meteor that wiped out my world

My touch didn’t leave a single mark on you

Your hands left such a scar

And I can’t seem to erase you from my mind

The answers you hide from me

are impossible to find

 

Desire, desire

Sleeping on cloud nine with him

Waking up alone on barbed wire

 

How did you get this deep under my skin

I don’t recall ever inviting you in

Should blow my brain out

Paint the wall red

Sometimes I think that’s the only trick

To get you outta my head

My head..

 

Desire, desire..

Got my heart tangled up in barbed wire

I don’t know which fate is worse

Between feeling nothing at all

Or like every heartbeat hurts

 

 

 

Versace on a budget

My life is a real mess, and I am a real mess- but I’m not gonna go in depth on that right now.. (Reckon everyone got that figured out by now anyway 🙄)

 

I’m just gonna show you today’s outfit! I found these leggings on sale at Zalando, they are by Versace’s cheaper off-shoot line Versace Jeans Couture. Electric blue is apparently on trend right now- it’s such a vibrant pretty color!  Cropped pink hoodie is from H&M years ago.

 

 

 

 

Polarbear necklace found at the Wish-app, I’ve actually found quite a lot of cheap gems from there- especially when it comes to jewellery!

 

This faux fur jacket I got on sale from H&M (it was flipping 150 NOK, steal!), bag is second-hand Alexander Wang, and the cute keychain on it is another polarbear.

 

Can someone please point a gun at my head and command me to get my shit together..? I need help. Or maybe I need to be kicked in the ass and forced out of my tiiiny comfort-zone.. Am I the only one terrified of this being alive-thing or are there more of us? Life is so draining when every little step of it scares the sh*t outta me.. I don’t know what to do 😔 Lately I’ve just lost all hope. I’ve lost direction. I’ve lost the motivation that I need in order to be brave.

 

want to be brave. It just comes at such a high cost for me, and I wish so bad that I was different.. Stronger. More determined. Lately I’ve been letting myself down, and it feels awful.

 

Well, enough whining. Wish you a good day 🌹

Ain’t worth the hurt

Got me crawling in my skin

Wondering why feelings are so hard to show

Thinking ‘bout who’s gonna take my spot now

I don’t wanna know

Yeah, I’m sure you’ll enjoy

All this time, all I was..

Was your toy

 

At the bottom of the bottle, here we go

Turned out such a shit-show

Coulda bitten my poisonous tongue off,

guess I should have

Now I’m the toxic one

Who knew you’d turn out the good guy

Guess I’m the fucking worst then

I’m not wondering why I’m sleeping alone

 

Never tried to play you

Was just protecting my heart

Somehow that made me betray you

Tears down your cheek like I’m even worth it

Fuck, I was never gonna do this again

Back and forth, from enemy to friend

Could never make my mind up

No wonder now you’re fed up

One time is a slip, two times a fuck-up

Drama, don’t want it

Somehow still, I’m bound to blow up

Temper, temper..

Thought I was too cold to care

Now my nuclear bomb is poisoning the atmosphere

 

Didn’t know I was this dysfunctional

Didn’t mean for this shit to get personal

It was supposed to be fun

Now I’m staring down the barrel of the gun

and there’s a bullet in your chest

Fuck me, fucking you, fucking us both over

I’m sorry…

 

Ah, I’m just a toy

So play me, please

It’s all I’m good for

It’s all I’m worth

Trust me when I say this

I ain’t worth the hurt

 

Just words

I am at war with myself

There is a battlefield behind these eyes

and I can not win

What was it all for

All those years I could barely breathe

I promised myself that at some point in life

At some damn point

I would figure it all out

I would figure myself out

And yet here I am

A paradox, a mystery

And still I have this terrible feeling

That I have yet to see the worst of me

 

There never was a future in this dark, twisted mind

I can only stare into this black void

I figure it’s my grave

And sometimes I have to go to sleep just so I can pretend I’m in it

That I don’t ever have to wake up and be me again

This weak, tormented, shallow piece of shit of a human being

That always says the wrong thing

Always takes the wrong turn

Always ends up self-sabotaging

Hurts anyone who gets close enough

Does it matter that I never mean to?

I’m still leaving you with scars

 

I had to burn all the bridges

I had to let them go down in flames

I am a damn island now

Stranded here with my worst enemy

My fucking self

 

I try, but it’s never enough

And I hate myself, because now I’m too afraid

Told myself I could do this

But prove every day that I just can’t

 

The black void is expanding

I am getting smaller

No wonder no one can see me

I am just a shadow now

Just a shadow..

And the terrifying thing is

How comfortable I am with this

 

The grave staring at me

I long for it so bad

Just sink my fingers into the dirt

And let the earth consume me

For it to just be over

 

But I see this little girl sometimes

All she had to carry

All she had to endure

How brave she was

How strong she had to be

And I ask myself

How could I let her turn into me..?

 

Death will stay faithful

And I guess that’s why

I can give myself

a little more time

 

 

Grandma chic

Whoaa, today I’ve been inside an actual gym for the first time in.. 4 years, minimum! If there is a place that has made me feel both uncomfortable and anxious, the gym was definitely it.. But today it went okay, and that made me realise that I have really made huge fucking progress and that makes me so happy 😁 ‘Cuz man, I’ve felt so stuck for years and all my efforts just felt like banging my head into this great unbreakable wall.. But finally, the cracks are beginning to show, and I won’t stop now- if it takes the rest of my life, that wall is going down.

 

Well, could sure need some of those 😅

Today’s outfit.. Full on grandma-style, or so I’ve been told 😅

 

 

 

 

 

Teardrop-necklace from Swarowski, found it used on Ebay for like 10 $ years ago.

 

Felt like going full on dragqueen on my face.. And did fake freckles, because I’m craving spriiiing and sun.. 😎

 

Now I’m hanging with my boys, and my oldest nephew asked me «Suja, did you paint your eyes blue?» and I said ‘yep’ and he goes «Goofy Suja!» 😂 I get that a lot from him 🤡 Makes my smile go round every time 😁

Some of us are not ment to be angels. Some of us aspire to be dragons instead

Listen, you think that as a woman all I want in life is for men to look at me and say I’m beautiful. For them to look at me and say that I’m fuckable. Well, to hell with that. I want men to look at me and think «If I disrespect her, she will light me on fire and then spread her wings and fly far away from the ashes». I am not angel-material. I am wild and free and not afraid to spit fire. Maybe dragons are a product of imagination, a beautiful and terrifying product of fantasy- but I still, somehow- have dragon blood in my veins, instead of angel wings on my back. And I’m not gonna change that, not for anyone, not for anything.

 

Finished my dragon-warrior.

 

Aaand felt super-ambitious and tried to draw a dragon on my face, but failed miserably 😅 I WANT A FACE-TATT SO BAD! But I’m not gonna attempt to do it myself, that’s for sure..

 

 

 

Treat yourself (could’ve been drugs)

Ok so my little project of ‘No spend february’ has officially gone to hell.. But hear me out (who am I kidding, I feel the need to justify myself to myself here 😅) things have been really difficult when it comes to my work situation. I have made it difficult, because at some point I just started doubting and criticizing myself, and that had my anxiety going through the roof.. To be honest, it got so bad that for a while I wasn’t really sure if I could keep going. But quitting like this, when I’m really shit-scared and it is soo tempting to go back to the safe comfort zone of doing absolutely nothing- Hell no!

I used to do horse-back riding when I was a kid, and there is this saying that «If you fall off the horse, you get back up». I’ve been thinking a lot about this saying lately, I do NOT want to give up this job for the sole reason that it scares me. GET BACK UP! I’m proud of myself for doing this. Severe anxiety is no joke, but it’s stolen enough from me as it is, I don’t want to make any more sacrifices to this weak little devil in my mind.

 

I decided to stop by H&M to get those damn blingy earrings I’ve been talking about as a reward. I can’t and won’t reward myself for every little thing that I do, but this was kinda a make or break moment for me..

 

And of course this happened..

 

I’ve wanted a shock pink pair of pants for years, and I finally found them, 199 NOK. I don’t fit a lot of my pants anymore because of weightloss (still got hips and thighs like a hippo, but my ass is gone 🙄) so I can justify this buy.. I gotta hem them, obviously. But honestly, I’m happy to have another sewing-project, because it is fun.

 

I’ve wanted these earrings for months, they are SO pretty with the dangling ‘tear drops’.

 

I couldn’t resist these.. It doesn’t show that well, but they are snakes coiled around the pearls. I love jewellery that is inspired by nature and the animal-kingdom as you may know by now. And I just gotta give props to H&M’s creative team, because they really do make a lot of cool, unique stuff to a very affordable price. Both earrings were 99 NOK.

Everytime I do something like this (buy more than I planned) I always think to myself «Well, it could’ve been drugs..» I am well-connected on the dark side, let’s just put it like that.

 

I should be making dinner now, and my Casa is not on fleek, but honestly like the old lady I am.. I gotta take a nap 😅 Just a liiiiittle one, and then I’m gonna make a healthy dinner, shine my home, and do a little work-out, and then I’ll call myself Superwoman of the day 😁

 

Hope you had a great start of the week, and may the rest of it be great 🌹

 

On weekends we play

I spent the day with my fav soon to be 4 years old guy in the world 🥰 Today we’ve been tiger and panther (we read the Junglebook, and we were not the good guys- we’ve been hunting for Mowgli to eat 😂). My nephew is just the coolest, so creative, and I think the most beautiful sound in the world is him, laughing with all his heart. God, how I love this kid!!

 

I mean, this smile could light up the Universe ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

 

I’m so grateful that I get to be auntie Suja ❤️
I hope there will be more kids in the clan (that’s not a hint, it’s a wish and a demand 😁)

 

Another thing that is fun to play with: Makeup! I bought a white eyeliner real cheap from MakeupMekka, it’s on sale now at 20 NOK at their site (it’s called Candy liner, Icing sugar) and I had to buy some extra (FUCK ME, there went no spend-february!) because white liner is a lot of fun, and I feel you can go extra crazy because it doesn’t show up as dramatic as dark colors would..

 

 

I’ve been thinking about my career-options, and I REALLY want to pursue something that involves an actual education, because I’ve always felt really dumb and it would mean so much to me to complete anything that leads to some kind of title.. Not because of the title itself, but it would mean I have worked hard to actually learn a craft. Makeup-artist would be so much fun, and I thiiiink it could be compatible with my bipolar-illness, at least more than a lot of other professions.

I always wanted to work in the health-sector, and I’ve pursued that in the past, but together with my therapist I’ve had to conclude that it might not be ideal considering what I’m dealing with when it comes to my own mental health. Yeah, it sucks but that’s just how it is for me right now. I have frequent and severe outburts of mania, I hope it is possible to work on it and stay stable for longer periods, but nothing is certain in life and maybe I can, maybe I can’t.

 

If I should embark on becoming a makeup-artist and actually go to school to learn the craft, I would have to move though. And that’s also risky, because I have a good support system here, I know the drill and I know where to go and who’s gonna be there if my brain boils over again, and (and this is maybe the biggest security I have besides my own brutal honesty) I have a family that sticks up for me and there is honest communication about my warning signs and they tell me up front if they start guessing where my mental state is at.

 

Plus, moving somewhere new=major stress factor. Going to school and have to perform= major stress factor. Major stress factors= Higher risk for manic episode. Baaaah, I try not to feel caged by my illness, but I do tend to feel it whenever I start to think about the future, about dreams and ambitions..

 

So yeah, I just have to chill about that stuff I guess, things are ok now and I have a job and there’s gotta be possibilities out there and not just locked doors at the mental hospital right..?

 

Focus on that. My life is getting better and better because of my hard work, dedication, and because I am doing my best at being brave.. I am doing the best I can with what I have, and that to me is success. I am kinder to myself, I am being creative and for the first time in a looong time I feel like I am starting to love my own mind again. I really hated that part of me for years after becoming bipolar, I hated the creative part of me because it made my psychosis so believable and I felt so stuck in those bizarre ways of thinking and the ideas and delusions I came up with.

 

Now I have my brain at it’s best, and I’ve missed that so much. I was scared that the best part of me had died. But I’m still here, and I am still.. ME. I want to hold on to that, hold on for life.. So that even if my mind fucks with me again, I can still go back to being me once it’s over with.

 

Right now, that is my biggest ambition in life. And that is good enough for me!

 

Hope you have a lovely weekend 🌹