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I’m tech support. I’m a writer. I’m an extremely clever woman. I’m a graduate of Creative Writing.
I’m a mother. I’m the woman that’s dating one of the most amazing men in the world, bar none. I’m close friend to people that I can’t mention by name, because my privacy and theirs is worth more than the street cred it might get me.
But that’s all very ‘external’ and perception based.
So, I tried to go a little deeper. My name isn’t Kai, but it’s what everyone bar my family and a very few friends call me. My last name also isn’t Viola – yet. It’s not that we don’t intend to get married, it’s just that the practicality and expense of it all – it’s not only overwhelming, it’s so huge that I just can’t look at it. At all.
I’m nearly 33. Mother to two wonderful children here with me and one that had a name that passed over at ten weeks pregnant. Empty shell right now, because I can’t, for the life of me get and remain pregnant, and I’ll be honest, it’s on my mind a lot.
And that leads to thoughts of failure and loss. And I’m that too. I failed to do what was expected of me – many times. Hindsight being what it is, I know now that some of my difficulties are trying to function as ‘normal’ when I’m anything but. I’m an extraordinary woman, not least because I have bipolar disorder. It’s not just a disorder though, it’s shaped my whole perspective, personality and way of life. I have a fair idea what the day is going to bring when I wake up, but there’s always that rogue chance I’ll be off cycle, and anxiety, which I always pretty much accepted as background noise is something that’s slowly becoming less like a sly whisper in the back of my head and a shout that drowns out everything *out there*. And I know some of that is to do with my thought pattern.
Ans the language I use, which is something else that I am. I am a language Geek. Capital G. I love linguistics and have found my favourite field in linguistics to study, if only I could find the money to do it.
Some of the reason I failed though was fear. Whether I accept I’m paralysed by it, or have a world to create around it, shielding myself from the things that make me feel that way remains to be seen, but what I do know right now is that I dislike it. A lot. I’m afraid of everything.
Afraid people will see through me and realise I’m a fraud.
Afraid that people will find that out, and tell others.
Afraid that what I’m doing is somehow *not enough* and that when it comes down to it, my life will be a series of moments that I missed.
It’s still external and tied to an event though. And if that’s all I am, a series of events, doesn’t that make me a series of moments, and though I can’t say that the good always outweigh the bad on a year to year basis, there are more neutral to good days in our house. So, doesn’t that make me mostly neutral good? (Or lawful-neutral for our gaming readers ;)) But that’s not me either. Because those moments, even if they were instigated, orchestrated and meticulously recorded by only me, are still external.
Who am I?
I’m Kai. I’m not perfect, and I know that deep inside of me there’s a crack that I skillfully and artfully make people ignore,much like the hole in Amelia Pond’s wall. I am a geek, and the carrier of worlds that, lets me fair, only currently exist in a very warped mind, bundled up in fair, freckled skin, vibrant red hair, and a body that ends up in corsets a lot less regularly than I’d wish for. I’m NOT famous, and doing my level best to keep it that way, but I am a writer and artist. A good one if my degree is to be believed, and those that have pried my stories off of my hard drive can tell.
I leave a legacy in my kids of an amazing pair of children, with strong personalities – a legacy I currently get to enjoy each and every day, so I’m a shaper of the future, no matter how transient that influence, and I’m a good friend, who goes out of her way to do what she can to help, protect and support those she cares about, though, I fail quite often at that too.
I’m learning. I’m Kai.