Trying To Keep My Head Above Water

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I thought I could write something every week about my negative experiences and I was hoping I could always end them with something positive, like a realization. But this week I just don’t feel anything positive, I’m not happy.

 

I feel like I’ve stepped into a pool with no shallow end, my ears are under the water, everything seems distant and hard to understand. It takes too much energy to think about ways to get out. I thought after being away on the weekend it would mean having a better week, because I was able to have a break. But that is not the case.

 

I’ve been tired, overly sensitive and just low functioning. I can’t get the washing off the line, I can’t get to the gym. I don’t even want to see other people because the thought of it stops my heart. I’m feeling very isolated.

 

I’m starting to regret my constant façade of happiness because now that I’m so down people think I’m being a bitch, another thing that’s hard to handle. Who has the energy to explain to every person why you can’t give a smile or get through some simple pleasantries. I want to get out of the house but I don’t have the energy to chase Veyda all over a playground. She seems happy enough to do things at home but now there’s more guilt.

 

I had a moment of not feeling worthy, I didn’t want to live I just wanted to cease to exist. I didn’t want to be a mother or a partner. Luckily, I pulled myself from that mindset, and realized my worth. I’m not sure how, I think Veyda reminded me how lucky I am. But feeling worthy doesn’t always fix the feeling. I think I need to look at different avenues. Reevaluate my coping mechanisms. The fact that I’m realizing my struggle is good. I know something is not right within myself so I need to really shift my focus.

 

I took the week off the gym and didn’t get to a pole practice, I only played netball on Monday and I thought it would help me slow down and take a minute, but to be honest I was bored and I had more time to wallow in self-pity. So now I know that my exercise schedule does make a difference, but it’s not fixing the problem. At the time I feel calm and my thoughts are positive, but a few hours after once the serotonin wears off, I’m back to being a sad little shell.

 

My depression and anxiety was at its peak this week and I was scared of who I was. Stuart struggles to understand why I feel this way and I don’t blame him, it’s not something he’s been around. I get so angry at him, yet I don’t try and educate him. Stuart asks me if I need to talk and I always snap a no at him or don’t respond. That right there is part of the problem, how can I expect him to understand if I don’t communicate what’s going on? And trust me it doesn’t make for a happy household when no one is speaking, and the air is full of frustration.

 

So, I’ve set myself some goals this week.

  1. Tell Stuart how I’m feeling and work together to try and make a difference.
  2. Keep to my gym schedule, but don’t overdo it.
  3. Take my mac to get cleaned or something because I‘m sick of my fucking keys jamming because there’s a speck of dust in the way.
  4. Take Veyda on some adventures, despite the hassle it can be to chase her.
  5. Find things I love about myself and don’t focus on the things I hate about myself.

 

 

I just wanted to add an in-depth explanation as to how I was feeling this week, even though I posted on Instagram I just want to be as open as I can. As I saw, there are so many people out there that feel the same, but feel alone because they don’t see anyone else being open. The support I get for being so open is so rewarding and just solidifies the fact that what I’m doing is right and that there is nothing wrong with being open about your struggle. Half of this blog was written at the beginning of the week and half was written at the end. I can really see in the beginning that I saw no end, I saw no solution. Then, towards the end I find some solutions and I see some light at the end of the tunnel. This really shows how different and quickly my mindset changes. It’s interesting to see in writing. It further instils the fact that writing my feelings is an amazing thing to do.

 

 

 

 

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