Showing posts with label fighting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fighting. Show all posts
Thursday, May 12, 2016
I'm Tired.
You ever say one thing when you mean something totally different? I do this on a daily basis. Most of the time it's unintentional. Usually it's me trying to answer someone's questions about how I feel about something. I'll get done answering their question only to realize that I said one thing and that it probably meant closer to the exact opposite of what I meant or at least it was different enough to cause confusion.
Sometimes my brain just does this great thing where it automatically reroutes my answers so that I can tell people generic things in an attempt to protect them from me. After I say something aloud it sometimes hits me that I just lied to someone about how I feel. I hate it. If I'm lucky I can catch myself and restate my answer. Especially if it is to someone I know genuinely wants to know the truth.
Lately this has become a real struggle for me.
I find myself telling one specific lie over and over and over again. I think it's just my brain's way of trying to derail a conversation and throw off any kind of suspicion before anyone can worry. "I'm tired," I'll say looking directly into your eyes. Lie. Not complete, but not truly honest. I don't sleep. I've always had trouble sleeping, and when my depression or stress or anxiety gets the better of me, I'll start the cycle of sleeplessness all over again. So it's not a full lie, I mean, I am tired. Often exhausted, but the problem is, when you ask me how I am, I usually have about a million other feelings that are more unsettling or louder than just being tired. I just don't always know how to express it.
I am tired, but I am also fighting. Daily. I'm fighting to be the best version of myself I can be. I'm fighting to keep finding light through the darkness. I'm fighting to see the good and not dwell on the bad. I'm often lonely, and that's why I'm trying so hard to connect with other people. That's why I try to make everyone around me laugh and why I try to write encouraging notes and remember the details about other people...I don't want anyone around me to feel this ache I feel. I don't want anyone else to feel like this. I am tired, but I feel like if I express to someone else the depth of the sadness or the level of anger I feel that it will frighten them. My heart is the Mariana Trench when it comes to emotions and often the ones I feel deepest are the farthest in that trench and I try to keep them there. I have them sunk in those inky depths for a reason, and it's probably because I think I'm protecting everyone else from me. No one wants to listen to someone talk about their anger or sadness or depression, so instead of telling you that I feel hurt or alone or depressed or angry or frustrated or trapped I'll just tell you I'm tired.
Is any of this healthy? No. Not really. I know this, and I'm trying to find a safe place to deal with it, but in the meantime I'll continue to write these weird blog posts that help me empty out my head like I do my pockets at the end of the day. Hopefully they'll help someone else feel a little less alone, and maybe we can talk about it.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Fearless
I'm trying to recapture a feeling.
A few minutes ago I was having a conversation with my mother while my brain was working out a comparison between "When in Rome" and "I Hate Valentine's Day" (cute stories, but not terribly high production quality) when I felt like I got slapped up the backside of the head. A quiet voice inside me said, "I stopped believing," and I realized it was true.
I stopped believing I'm ever going to find a guy who will ever want me.
Maybe you're saying, So, Fate takes care of these things. He'll come. Or maybe, You're right, you'll be single forever with that attitude. Or the classic, Just enjoying being single. You just need to be patient. He'll show up.
Blah blah blah.
No. What I'm saying is, I stopped believing in my ability to be anything any man will ever want. I'm not saying this so anyone will feel sorry for me. I'm saying this because it suddenly hit me that I really don't believe, and now I'm angry at myself. Angry enough to consider rewatching every romantic comedy I've ever loved (and have just realized I've been avoiding for the past few years now), read oodles of romantic poetry, reinvest in trash novels and dating books...and reread all my late friend Zuni's emails yelling at me about love.
How the heck did I let myself get to here? Oh yeah, letting bitterness eat away at my heart for the past few years. That may have something to do with it. Gah. I'm an idiot. I think that after my last true heartbreak, I shut off my heart. I worked hard not to care too deeply or get too attached because I knew that at any time any guy I chose to care for could walk away or, like the guy I was in love with, they could chose to completely erase me from their life and marry some other girl. It hurt so much. So much. So much. It still does some nights when the wind blows just right and whips its way through the tattered bits, but this is a worthless excuse.
I use to be fearless. I use to be so crazy about love and so passionate about finding the guy I was going to marry. I knew he was out there. I knew. He was real and solid, and I use to have dreams about him. I didn't doubt that someday in the future I would settle down with someone who I could love like crazy who would love me the same way back. I'd fall in love with my best friend just like my folks, and I would have a great life.
But now I am just a coward. I'm so scared of getting torn up again, and so sure that it will happen every time that I'm struggling to keep going. I keep shoring up other peoples' broken hearts and cheering on everybody's relationships and convincing them to take the risks I'm too scared to take.
This isn't me.
I am the girl who will move across the country because I believe in something. I'm the girl who has moved on her own to a variety of states to keep starting over. I've left jobs to pursue dreams. I've been someone's secret admirer. I've asked guys out on dates. I've admitted to guys that I'm crazy about them.
I am not this shell of human being that I'm hiding behind. I am not content to work in a kitchen the rest of my life with a group of women (who, don't get me wrong, are incredible) where I'm never going to grow or make any kind of real money or meet anyone. I am not content to be alone forever or be every guy's back up plan.
It's time I get back to being passionate and brave. I'm going to be fearless.
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