It’s been a really long time since I’ve really taken a moment to sit down and write a piece.
I’ve felt like I was in a creative rut, quite down on myself, and thus didn’t have anything to offer to the world. I felt as though I had to be in a positive mindset to be able to write, but I’m starting to learn how to be okay with just being as I am in the moment.
No longer do I think that I have to be doing good to be allowed to show myself to the world. I don’t have to pretend. Because that’s what it is, pretending, and I’ve been trying to exert this image of myself to the world that is false.
It’s not with malicious intent, it’s not even really a lie, but it’s a polished, socially acceptable version of myself that I’m putting out there for others to see.
Because I felt like the real truth about me was too ugly, and was inconvenient for others.
Now, I’m on a journey towards accepting myself, loving myself more, trying to allow myself to take up space in the world, because that’s something I’ve never felt I was ‘allowed’ to do.
I’ve been living my life for other people, and I want to take my responsibility in that. Learn how to live for me.
But first, I want to explain some of the struggle that I’ve experienced these past few years. And try to do so in a way that feels authentic to myself, instead of writing it for the reader. Even writing this down, I’m not sure I’ll be able to accomplish that, but I want to try. That’s more than I’ve allowed myself up until now.
Struggling with myself
My whole life, I’ve basically felt like I had to serve a purpose to others in order to feel valuable. I’m not sure where I picked up that life lesson, if I’ll ever find out, or if it’s even going to be a key part to this journey.
To me, getting recognition from others equaled love. I wouldn’t, and to be completely honest, will not, allow myself to like myself until somebody else tells me that’s okay. Writing that down on paper, it feels stupid. I think it is. But it doesn’t take away the fact that that’s how I feel.
I think over the years, not learning how to value my own opinions, wants, needs, feelings, this only became stronger. Like my own desires where bleeding into those of others. I find it extremely difficult to differentiate my own needs from those of others.
If I tell somebody else about something I want to do, it quickly becomes ‘their’ thing instead of just my own. For example, I’ve been wanting to go back to school, and have told multiple people about this. And because I told them, I felt I had to do it because they now expected it of me, not because I wanted to go back to school. I felt like I’d disappoint them if I told them I no longer intended to go because of multiple mental health reasons.
All the while, I know damn well that it doesn’t help anybody except myself to make that decision. They don’t get anything out of it, and all they want is for me to be happy, no matter what that looks like.
But still, what I thought others wanted me to do, mattered more than what I wanted.
Trying to cope
Often, I feel like the only way I could ever thrive is to just be away from everything and anyone, to just be able to truly feel what it is I want and need.
There’s so much pressure from all these outside sources, constantly asking for my attention, that I feel torn and overwhelmed all of the time. I wish I could find a way for all of it to just be muted for a while. Leave me alone.
I still have to learn how to let go. To accept that some things are out of my control, or that I can’t fix them right this second. I guess I’m very impatient.
I’m also an extreme perfectionist. I feel that despite anything holding me back, I have to do everything right and I have to do it all right now.
It’s impossible to live up to my own standards, yet I get extremely disappointed and frustrated in myself if I don’t.
And anytime I do something wrong, even if it’s something small, my mind starts gathering up all of the other times I’ve done something ‘wrong’ as well. I end up feeling absolutely miserable about myself, like I’m the biggest failure to ever walk the earth.
You can probably understand that it’s pretty hard to feel happy at any time if you constantly feel like you’re going nowhere and you’re failing at everything you do, or you’re just not moving at a quick enough pace.
I knew there were many things holding me back, but anytime I tried to analyze the situation or figure out a solution, it just felt like I was going in circles.
‘I need to go to the gym and eat healthy, but to do that, I need money that I don’t have, so first I have to fix my financial situation. In order to fix that, I have to be able to work more. But first I need to be able to work more, so I have to work on my mental/physical health and energy levels. Well how do I do that? By eating healthy, going to the gy-’ Yeah, I already said that.
It felt like I was trying to complete this puzzle, shuffling it around, but all I had were pieces of other puzzles that fit nowhere in mine.
The only things that were helping me get through the day, were these unhealthy coping mechanisms I’d developed over the years. I spent my days gaming, watching shows and smoking a lot of weed.
The weed allowed me to give myself a little bit of permission to relax, because the thoughts were less frequent, and it was easier for me to just let myself disappear into a show or game and not think for a while.
I was afraid to feel anything. Because feelings became inconvenient to me. ‘I don’t want to deal with this right now’ silently becomes ‘just not dealing with it ever’.
Of course I knew I couldn’t go on like that.
The start of change
One night I was writing, to try to get at least some of it off my chest, and I thought back to the way I was back when I first felt depressed, over ten years ago.
I remember it feeling like I was in this deep pit of hell that I didn’t know if I was ever going to get out of. But moreover, what I remembered, was that at that time, I dealt with my feelings head on.
I felt like absolute dogshit, but I did allow myself to feel my emotions. Of course I had other unhealthy coping mechanisms back then, but I still felt my emotions very deeply.
I thought, if I could deal with it as a little 14-year-old girl, why couldn’t I deal with it now? How bad is it going to be? I’m still here, after all.
So as I was sitting in my therapist’s office earlier this week, just venting to her about all of this, I said ‘I think I know what the next step is, and I think I’m finally ready to just take it.’
As I’m sitting here now, I’ve started off my third full day of not smoking weed in probably close to five years. It’s not long, but I think it’s going to be a key part in me facing my problems head-on.
“You can’t get past it unless you go through it.” So I’m trying.
In summary
I wanted to share all of this, and keep sharing my journey from now on, because I’m hoping it’ll be cathartic for me, and hopefully for someone who reads this who recognizes themselves in my story. I’m still always going to want to help other people, that’s just part of my identity. I don’t think that part of me is ‘wrong’, just that I need to learn how to balance taking care of others and taking time out to care for myself.
And no, I’m not better or ‘cured’ all of a sudden, and this’ll probably be the start of a very long, hard journey. But I’m starting to become hopeful that it is going to be worth it.
Hoping that one day, I will look back on this, and be able to say ‘I really did that, and it really was worth it.’, and that you might be here to experience that with me.
Just know that if you are struggling, and you’re not okay right now, that’s fine too. You don’t have to be, and I’m here with you. We’re not in competition with each other about who can do the best in life. We’re here to learn from each others experiences, hopefully take something useful away from this earthly existence. You are worthy, you are seen, and your struggle is valid.
Lots of love,
Robin