I feel pretty much clueless at the moment. I know I am talking into the void but that is kind of good. Because some things shouldn’t be easy to come by. My ramblings are one of those. At least my ramblings on my anxieties. My shortcomings. And Lord knows I have a lot of those.
These last weeks have been fucking hard. And tbh I don’t know how to climb out of my hole alone. It’s like my head is broken. Like my brain keeps telling me all the things that won’t happen now even if I don’t have a final confirmation yet. I might have to quit my job for health reasons and in turn quit university. MIGHT. Not will. Not yet. But I just can’t get rid of the thought. What do I do now?
I have always hated not having a plan for any given occasion. I have alternatives now, but I still hate the idea that all I have worked for evaporates into nothing. I know that is not quite right either, because experiences and all that stuff … Blah, blah. It just doesn’t help. I am stuck. And I am not sure I am good at anything I do. I want to believe in myself for once, be confident for once. And instead I am hiding in a corner, waiting for the whole thing to blow over. Well, as if I wouldn’t know already that it isn’t that easy. It never is. It’s not that I hurt. I mean I do. But the point is “how do I know when I have to turn around and change plans” and “what if those plans go wrong too”? What if I get caught in this loop of starting and failing professions? At some point I won’t be able to pick something else up anymore, right? When do I fail at life?
And as if all that wasn’t enough I think I have rarely ever felt as alone as of right now. And the funny thing (not) about this is that people are trying to talk to me and I don’t have any patience for it. It all makes me so angry. I feel like no one would really care or understand and I also don’t want to try and give them the chance to reject me, just cause I couldn’t handle it all blowing up in my face. I mean they try to help, they make suggestions and all that jazz. The thing is … they are the same suggestions I already try to give myself. And other than that they just look terrified and helpless. Like I have worsened their life by telling them. There is just no better way of saying that but the people I have told … they just gave me one liners or tried to be super optimistic. When that didn’t help, well … they looked horrified or in case of virtual conversations they switched topics or went quiet. So my reaction was to act. Shrug it off. Smile. Yeah, doesn’t matter if all my plans fall to pieces over this, I mean the sun goes up tomorrow. Another day, another battle, right? That made them feel better. But me, I grew even more anxious. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to sleep forever or eat the whole content of my fridge and all that in the span of minutes. And sometimes I just don’t want to face the world. Not that the world would care much unless it’s a work day. And I don’t skip work days ever. Even if I complain and don’t want to go. I guess that is a good thing about me after all. I usually somehow deal with the things I have to. But that’s just the basic things I need to do in order to survive. It doesn’t mean that that is a good life.
And don’t get me wrong. I know some people have it WAAY worse than me. But … I read somewhere that you can’t compare pain. Wait, now I need to look that up. I hate not to know who said something, cause that means they don’t get credit for it. Great. Now I can’t find it online, which means I need to look for the one notebook in my box of about eighty where I wrote it down.
Funnily enough, it seems like I didn’t have a source when I jotted that sentence down. But someone in a german bipolar forum says they believe it’s by Philip Roth. That was all Google could give me on the matter. Though I did find a rather good article talking about the matter, so just to be sure you get the idea, here is someone who can sum it up way better than me: Click.
And this is not where my problem ends. Not only am I worrying, am lonely and trying to compare my pain, no, I am also procrastinating again. And that for at least two weeks already. So basically around the time I got the bad news. I mean I handed in the paper I needed to write in time, but I wrote it only two hours before the deadline. And now it is almost time for two exams and I feel like I haven’t studied at all. The culprit is easily identified. Lack of motivation and drive added to a preoccupied mind that is telling me it is all worthless anyway if I find out I have to quit anyway.
That is kinda why I am writing this. To, you know, get some of it out of my head and have at least one day of intense learning so I can make myself go and write those exams in a little over a day from now. I want to try at least. No matter how all this ends, it does make me a smarter human. But it seems that is not enough reason for the heavens to send motivation down to me. Do you see where I am coming from? It just adds up. And it wasn’t only those two weeks if I am being honest to myself. Depression was sitting on my shoulder for ages now. I am trying to beat it with schedules and quotes of more successful people, but in the end a lot of my creative outlets have to suffer from me not believing in myself, like this blog for example. I haven’t written something in ages and now that I come back, it is only to write this stupid confession.
I want to inspire, I want to create and I know I have to stop making excuses for that to happen. Still, I just won’t stop feeling down and it is really choking me. Send help. UGH. Sorry for the long rant.