SeekingAfrica
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This is not good. I recognize that but I was hoping to spell it out might make it ... might make a change. I sleep, I eat, I watch. I've been up just to pay bills, get groceries, do mini exercise (some crunches or plank), or do dishes. I just need... distractions or resources or both.
I think I'm depressed or grieving or both. There have been indirect losses every month this year and we just began. First the last 4 months of last year were brutal for me, lost and gained jobs and income and laptop and I was not doing well. My best friend in person had a loss in January. In february I had friends I knew in the big earthquake in Turkey/Syria. This month a really close friend lost her mom, and when I used to visit her in university, her mom was always nice and kind to me, made sandwiches for the road when I was leaving and everything... And 2 friends are having operations. And of course since the fall there has been the inflation.
And now I'm so angry at the world all the time. Like I spend years working every resource and knowledge I have to get out of being too anxious to work. I worked and worked on myself and finally this summer I was so close! I was enjoying working IN person with people. I was making amount I would have been jealous from the previous years and now it barely scrapes the surface of what I need. And everyone is going through hardships and I worked so HARD to get there and I was so close I could taste it. I thought I was finally getting my shot at being normal independent human being and now I am so angry and so hurt.
It's like everyone I know is going through something and it's soul-crushing. I was so CLOSE to being me again. And there is just so much death and pain and loss and I'm just crushed. And so I've been getting up like normal and eating and watching a little and then it's evening and I've been horizontal the whole day. And it HURTS. I'm just so angry at the world and I know I have to be grateful. That I'm reasonably okay, not starving yet, not homeless, not having an operation. And I've been trying but it's not great. And tomorrow I have dance class and I feel ashamed. My face is breaking out from stress and I'm not at my greatest shape and I'm afraid everyone will somehow see or know. That I've been in bed all week and I DARE to show up to class like it's nothing, like I can afford to. Like I didn't lose a week of my life like it was nothing. I feel guilty and ashamed and angry and hurt. So much effort and for what? Now it's like what I've been working towards for years is 1/3rd of where I should be(financially, or in terms of effort I need to put to stay afloat) and BAD things just keep happening. And I'm just so OVER it. But I'm not ready to give up... yet I am where I am... And my hair and my skin and my home are reflecting that so well and I hate that...But I can't give up yet.
I think I'm depressed or grieving or both. There have been indirect losses every month this year and we just began. First the last 4 months of last year were brutal for me, lost and gained jobs and income and laptop and I was not doing well. My best friend in person had a loss in January. In february I had friends I knew in the big earthquake in Turkey/Syria. This month a really close friend lost her mom, and when I used to visit her in university, her mom was always nice and kind to me, made sandwiches for the road when I was leaving and everything... And 2 friends are having operations. And of course since the fall there has been the inflation.
And now I'm so angry at the world all the time. Like I spend years working every resource and knowledge I have to get out of being too anxious to work. I worked and worked on myself and finally this summer I was so close! I was enjoying working IN person with people. I was making amount I would have been jealous from the previous years and now it barely scrapes the surface of what I need. And everyone is going through hardships and I worked so HARD to get there and I was so close I could taste it. I thought I was finally getting my shot at being normal independent human being and now I am so angry and so hurt.
It's like everyone I know is going through something and it's soul-crushing. I was so CLOSE to being me again. And there is just so much death and pain and loss and I'm just crushed. And so I've been getting up like normal and eating and watching a little and then it's evening and I've been horizontal the whole day. And it HURTS. I'm just so angry at the world and I know I have to be grateful. That I'm reasonably okay, not starving yet, not homeless, not having an operation. And I've been trying but it's not great. And tomorrow I have dance class and I feel ashamed. My face is breaking out from stress and I'm not at my greatest shape and I'm afraid everyone will somehow see or know. That I've been in bed all week and I DARE to show up to class like it's nothing, like I can afford to. Like I didn't lose a week of my life like it was nothing. I feel guilty and ashamed and angry and hurt. So much effort and for what? Now it's like what I've been working towards for years is 1/3rd of where I should be(financially, or in terms of effort I need to put to stay afloat) and BAD things just keep happening. And I'm just so OVER it. But I'm not ready to give up... yet I am where I am... And my hair and my skin and my home are reflecting that so well and I hate that...But I can't give up yet.