I am SO sorry for this long post but I just have to get it out.
Things have been going well. I decided to invest in a new wardrobe that actually fit me. (Had been wearing the same hand-me-downs for years. It was time to move on from the leftovers of not-so-me but my mother's beloved Harley Davidson/hippy style to my own complete opposite personal Audrey Hepburn meets wool jacket and pink blush pumps style.) ANYWAY...
Other good things:
1. I'm feeling more like myself and doing well at work. I earned a 25% bonus in my pay and it's great.
2. I'm communicating more with other contractors in my field and getting along with them quite nicely.
3. Found a good school to enroll my son in and enrolled him in a virtual school before the next school year. He's doing well.
Here's the problem. I'm having trouble enjoying any of it. Things are going well, but I'm anxious. I can't stop wondering if my kids are okay. I am working hard to make sure they're happy and healthy but the slightest thing goes wrong and I can't stop worrying about it.
I am having trouble accepting the idea of a normal life. I constantly try to remind myself my previous issues in life were partly due to my parent's bad choices/negligence and desire to throw me out into the world, in "God's hands" and it's my life now.
I'm having trouble adapting to a middle class normal life because I grew up in trailer parks or living in a tiny shed barn type thing, which my parents refuse to acknowledge was a shed because they put a window in it and installation. And I'm sorry, sleeping in the back of a truck is not camping if you're doing it because you have no place to go that night. The idea of being financial stable is new and terrifying and I don't know why.
I'm worried about everything. I'm worried about my kid's well-being, I'm afraid my teeth are going to fall out, I'm worried about my anemia, which I need to take care of. I'm worried that enjoying life is a waste of time because a tornado might randomly happen out of nowhere or an earthquake. I find myself worrying about earthquakes a lot. I'm worried about being homeless again and losing financial security or that, eventually, technology will develop further and ruin my job. I question my existence constantly.
I'm terribly, terribly concerned that living a normal life is not possible. My family doesn't speak to me anymore. I live 40 minutes away and my dad has only come to see me once in the past two years and rarely even talks to me. I don't bother with my mom, because she's constantly under stress. My friends ... I got older and they're no longer interested.
Does anyone else feel this way? Is it possible to live a normal life? Am I freaking out for no reason?
Things have been going well. I decided to invest in a new wardrobe that actually fit me. (Had been wearing the same hand-me-downs for years. It was time to move on from the leftovers of not-so-me but my mother's beloved Harley Davidson/hippy style to my own complete opposite personal Audrey Hepburn meets wool jacket and pink blush pumps style.) ANYWAY...
Other good things:
1. I'm feeling more like myself and doing well at work. I earned a 25% bonus in my pay and it's great.
2. I'm communicating more with other contractors in my field and getting along with them quite nicely.
3. Found a good school to enroll my son in and enrolled him in a virtual school before the next school year. He's doing well.
Here's the problem. I'm having trouble enjoying any of it. Things are going well, but I'm anxious. I can't stop wondering if my kids are okay. I am working hard to make sure they're happy and healthy but the slightest thing goes wrong and I can't stop worrying about it.
I am having trouble accepting the idea of a normal life. I constantly try to remind myself my previous issues in life were partly due to my parent's bad choices/negligence and desire to throw me out into the world, in "God's hands" and it's my life now.
I'm having trouble adapting to a middle class normal life because I grew up in trailer parks or living in a tiny shed barn type thing, which my parents refuse to acknowledge was a shed because they put a window in it and installation. And I'm sorry, sleeping in the back of a truck is not camping if you're doing it because you have no place to go that night. The idea of being financial stable is new and terrifying and I don't know why.
I'm worried about everything. I'm worried about my kid's well-being, I'm afraid my teeth are going to fall out, I'm worried about my anemia, which I need to take care of. I'm worried that enjoying life is a waste of time because a tornado might randomly happen out of nowhere or an earthquake. I find myself worrying about earthquakes a lot. I'm worried about being homeless again and losing financial security or that, eventually, technology will develop further and ruin my job. I question my existence constantly.
I'm terribly, terribly concerned that living a normal life is not possible. My family doesn't speak to me anymore. I live 40 minutes away and my dad has only come to see me once in the past two years and rarely even talks to me. I don't bother with my mom, because she's constantly under stress. My friends ... I got older and they're no longer interested.
Does anyone else feel this way? Is it possible to live a normal life? Am I freaking out for no reason?