odd-experiences

[odd-experiences]

My story

I suppose my first EVER blog is introducing you to me. I would prefer to keep this all anonymous to be able to express all my good, bad and ugly experiences. There will also be some random and funny stories along the way as well. I am still young however I have lived my life as full as I can. I have worked 6 completely different careers that I will be open and honest about. I have travelled to plenty of different countries around the world, experiencing being broke while travelling, had passports stolen, travelled alone, with friends and my significant other. I have been homeless, moved states on many occasions, started a family and am now starting to become my own person. I have worked my entire life up until now. I will tell these stories and how I overcame them all plus I will talk about my current situation. Being a stay at home home, pregnant with our second child, studying university fulltime, dealing with the ongoing covid crisis, and normal stress of home life. In all this I am still able to enjoy the simpler things in life, and my passions include cooking and gardening. I will provide helpful tips, tricks and ideas for these passions of mine. I am looking forward to you getting to know me, my experiences, providing advice on time management, discussing parenting, study tips, unwarranted/inappropriate workplace interactions, stress management and all over trying to relax in our ever-changing stressful world. Ps. I have a beautiful and crazy dog that will highlight some of my very funny stories.

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[odd-experiences]

Something light or something real?

My first memory of my Aunty, was when I was younger.  She lived in the Northern Territory working with the Aboriginal communities. Whilst she was living in the NT, she met her partner, whom she loved deeply. Unfortunately, he passed away. After a number of years she returned back home to look after my grandparents. I was about 8 or 9 years old at the time and unaware of the situation.

We were sitting on the swing chair outside, painting our nails. It was a beautiful summers day, and I remember feeling so much enjoy. We were talking about stupid topics. The ones you talk about with an 8 year old. But I felt so important and like what I was talking about had some kind of meaning. But in the end it didn't really. I was just enjoying the company.

I enjoyed spending as much time with her as possible over the next 10 years. In this time, my grandparents had both passed on, their house was sold and my Aunty moved into a unit block by herself.

We all knew that she must of felt lonely. I mean she had lived with her parents for the last 10 years looking after them, and the loss of her long-term partner. However, she appeared to be the most excitable person I had ever met. She was always happy to see people, worked in aged cared and was always in photos, dressed up to entertain the residents.

At no time did it think would happen next, actually would.

I moved away at 19, however whenever I was back home in Melbourne, I would always make it a habit to visit her as much as possible.

I was young and naive back then and didn't realise the pain that she must be in, and the loneliness that she felt. But I did feel like I needed to be there for her as much as possible. In hindsight, I wish there was more I could have done.

One day, I get a phone call, informing me that my Aunty had fallen down the stairs outside. I wasn't overly surprised as she was fairly overweight. However, there was a rusted nail that went into her leg causing a severe infection. My Aunty ended up in hospital, struggled to walk, and her mental health was deteriorated. She told me that I was the only one that would visit her in hospital. At this stage, I was working about 2 hours away from home, but each weekend, I would drive to the hospital to keep her company.

Once she was out of hospital, she struggled with coming back to reality. She must of felt hopeless, lost, unsure and missing all the people she loved (including the ones that passed). However, she still had this amazingly, positive attitude. But there always felt like there was something off.

She had these two little dogs, whom she loved with all her heart. And they loved her back just as much.

The last weekend I saw her, I visited her house and asked my parents to join so we could all have lunch together. My Aunty was in such a good mood. That odd feeling that I was getting was no longer there. I was so happy for her. I thought something wonderful had changed for her. And she told me that she had met someone online. This is when we found out that she had been seeing him for sometime. However, during the week they had broke up. She found out he was a fraud. He convinced her to give him money and she gave it to him. Thousands of dollars. I was heartbroken for her, but she seemed happy for it to be over with.

When I left that day, I remember saying that I will be back the following week and we should catch up for lunch to celebrate our birthdays. She was so excited about it and said she was looking forward to seeing me.

The next day, I went to work and on my way home I got a phone call from my mum. All she said was "Have you heard about (my Aunty)". At this point I knew straight away, just from the tone in her voice. Its odd thinking that a tone of voice can convey so much information.

My Aunty ended her life.

Looking back, I realised that her attitude towards me the day before, her mood that was lifted, was because she made her decision. She was prepared for what would come next.

After that, I don't remember what happened. The week leading to her funeral was a blur. I still can not recall what happened.

The day of her funeral, I was incredibly sad. I drove the 2 hours to my parents house. They came out looking sombre as expected, however the bad news hadn't finished. That morning, my Nanna on my mothers, side passed away. And all I remember them saying is "we will tell everyone tomorrow, as we don't want to take away from my Aunty".

This week the hardest two weeks of my life. And I will never forget either of them.

#difficult times #sadness #what makes you stronger