SeekingAfrica
Diamond Member
I keep trying, I keep seeking change and it happens and then life crumbles under my feet again.
I am exhausted.
I need drastic change, in fact the change is coming towards me like a freight train and I am just... closing my eyes.
I want to go back. I want to not allow my emotions to eat away at me so now having to deal with so many health issues.
I want to go back to the first time moving out of my boyfriends place to my first apartment alone and have more faith. Do more. I spend so much time depressed then, so much time adapting to living alone, without knowing everything that it meant. I lived the way I was used to living or I took it day by day when I was too depressed.
I wish I had known that a breakup is a 2-way street and I didn't spend so much time torturing myself over it. I wish I had realised that with my circumstance changed I no longer have a safety net. I wish I had realised that is the moment to rise. To learn cooking cheaply before I had 3$ per week for food. To learn to take care of my home before the state of it made me depressed. To have realised that who I was wasn't the core of my relationship breaking up so I deserved making income, building a new life, creating change. I wish I had eaten simple but nutricious meanls before I got to a point of being addicted to junk food.
And all that was just the beginning of so much pain. I'm not sure I would constitute being desolate and poor in another country as trauma, but whatever it was it sticks with me like a bad cold.
And that was just the start, 6 years ago, or 7. Feels like an eternity. Feels like 1. There were some blessings. SO MANY mistakes.
And here I am. Last year I had 2 serious breakdowns. One of them was in November. Didn't really think there is getting out of it, and yet here we are.
I worked hard, I took mental health break, I was active... and then it all crashed. Something between my long-distance partner needing some time to cope with personal loss (not a break up but so little communication) and then my computer breaking down just like it had in those first months alone, and I broke again.
Few weeks and it undid months.
I want to want to try.
I just feel like I keep trying and getting broken and one day there will be nothing left.
I don't know how much there is left in me to fight.
I use apps and ai to set goals. I'm inventing cheap food options. I am trying to reinstall computer on my own. I have 20kg to lose again. I need to apply for jobs and I have no clothing or confidence. I feel crushed. I didn't die, I didn't end up on the street and I have to be using any moment to seek work.
What is wrong with me?
Last time wasn't my fault but if I let this happen again it will be.
Yet I have health issues I have to ignore and my energy is demolished.
I have a computer holding on will that I am using to write this, which is so broken that it's holding on pure will, so I guess that is something.
I have knowledge. Some knowledge of what having a degree in media and lots of online research has helped me figure out about freelance work.
I know I have had determined times in hard times in the past. Some of those I completely separated myself though, had like an alter ego I was imagining. Imagining someone better I can be.
6 years. Or 7. So much learned and somehow I am a crumbled mess on the floor again.
I want to have the energy to give 150% to this change.
I don't know where to find 5%.
I am exhausted.
I need drastic change, in fact the change is coming towards me like a freight train and I am just... closing my eyes.
I want to go back. I want to not allow my emotions to eat away at me so now having to deal with so many health issues.
I want to go back to the first time moving out of my boyfriends place to my first apartment alone and have more faith. Do more. I spend so much time depressed then, so much time adapting to living alone, without knowing everything that it meant. I lived the way I was used to living or I took it day by day when I was too depressed.
I wish I had known that a breakup is a 2-way street and I didn't spend so much time torturing myself over it. I wish I had realised that with my circumstance changed I no longer have a safety net. I wish I had realised that is the moment to rise. To learn cooking cheaply before I had 3$ per week for food. To learn to take care of my home before the state of it made me depressed. To have realised that who I was wasn't the core of my relationship breaking up so I deserved making income, building a new life, creating change. I wish I had eaten simple but nutricious meanls before I got to a point of being addicted to junk food.
And all that was just the beginning of so much pain. I'm not sure I would constitute being desolate and poor in another country as trauma, but whatever it was it sticks with me like a bad cold.
And that was just the start, 6 years ago, or 7. Feels like an eternity. Feels like 1. There were some blessings. SO MANY mistakes.
And here I am. Last year I had 2 serious breakdowns. One of them was in November. Didn't really think there is getting out of it, and yet here we are.
I worked hard, I took mental health break, I was active... and then it all crashed. Something between my long-distance partner needing some time to cope with personal loss (not a break up but so little communication) and then my computer breaking down just like it had in those first months alone, and I broke again.
Few weeks and it undid months.
I want to want to try.
I just feel like I keep trying and getting broken and one day there will be nothing left.
I don't know how much there is left in me to fight.
I use apps and ai to set goals. I'm inventing cheap food options. I am trying to reinstall computer on my own. I have 20kg to lose again. I need to apply for jobs and I have no clothing or confidence. I feel crushed. I didn't die, I didn't end up on the street and I have to be using any moment to seek work.
What is wrong with me?
Last time wasn't my fault but if I let this happen again it will be.
Yet I have health issues I have to ignore and my energy is demolished.
I have a computer holding on will that I am using to write this, which is so broken that it's holding on pure will, so I guess that is something.
I have knowledge. Some knowledge of what having a degree in media and lots of online research has helped me figure out about freelance work.
I know I have had determined times in hard times in the past. Some of those I completely separated myself though, had like an alter ego I was imagining. Imagining someone better I can be.
6 years. Or 7. So much learned and somehow I am a crumbled mess on the floor again.
I want to have the energy to give 150% to this change.
I don't know where to find 5%.