The title is misleading because I'm not in control. But only of my emotions right now. I'm on that cliff looking down and the irrational part of me just wants to leap off and fly away from everything that is bothering me and essentially lose control but the rational part of me tells me I can't. I'm stronger than all this and I can't show anyone just how much things bother me. It's easier to be mean, rude, disrespectful and to ignore my friends and be alone than it is to actually talk to someone hoping against all hope that someone will listen and tell me that it is all going to be okay. But the main question is "Will I believe them?" Can I trust anyone to comfort me when I can't even trust myself enough to let my guard down to tell them?
There is so much going on inside my head I can't think. My head feels like a shoe that has sand in it. I would love to be able to tip my head and have all my fears, anger, and insecurities fall out like sand. I would love to have the feeling of peace. But heads are not shoes and feelings are not sand. They can not be easily brushed away just because one wills them to be.
I currently have a medical problem that I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know the future. Even people that predict futures can get it wrong. There are no guarantees in this life. I don't know how to handle everything that seems to all be happening at once.
I've had more headaches in the past 4 days then I've had in the past month and a half. I would love to sweep all these struggles (I won't call them problems) I seem to be having this year under a rug and try to forget about them but that seems to be the reason I'm in this position in the first place.
A part of me wonders if I'm even strong enough to handle all of this. No matter what religion you believe, they always say that you are never given more than you can handle. I wish I believed that. I don't feel like I'm being punished but I feel like I'm being picked on per se. That this is a test and right now I'm failing miserably at it. I guess you could say I'm depressed.
I just have to keep telling myself that everything will get better soon. I do have to work on it and I'm thinking that the fact that I feel like everything has been coming to a head since Thursday means that in some small way I'm working on it. I'm not sweeping it under the rug. If I was, things wouldn't be bothering me so much and I wouldn't be so sad about things.
I want to be a happy person. The person I was seven years ago before I met my ex. I'm not blaming my sadness, anxiety, depression, what-have-you on him, but it seems that once I started dating him I lost a part of myself. The good-natured part of me that took joy in the little things. Now I just seem to be jaded and though I don't think that everyone is out get me, I don't necessarily think they are around to help me either. I'm not talking about people I'm close to but more like forces/energy around me. I just feel lost. Is it possible to feel lost but still be in control?
I just want it all to work out okay. School, money, work, living situation, health. Maybe I'm just asking for too much all at once.
I need a drink.
2 comments:
I have my fingers crossed that you get the apartment!!
Hey! I was surfing the blogger here and came across yours. I'm not normally one to offer up stoic advise or anything like that, but I do believe no one is given more than they can handle. I really do. I also believe one day you'll look back and be thankful for everything, the good and yes, even the bad. A few years ago, I too, had a medical problem that scared me to death. I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I was like how? I was 34 and in the best shape of my life. Next thing I know I'm being put asleep in the OR. I wake up half a day later with 34 staples across my forehead and three titanium plates in my head. Sorry to bore you with details, but my point is I made it. I thought I was being given more than I could handle. Just keep your chin up, keep your faith and don't let anyone tell you differently. Love the pictures, by the way. :)
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