Stuck in the meaning that no matter what you do, you are still in the same place you don’t want to be. You throw tantrums, overthink absurdities, slack on work, procrastinate, binge eat, act different from what you really want, then writhe in shame the night(s) after.
It’s like, urgh. Why can’t it be easier? Why can’t I be more normal? I must grow up at someone point, no?
They always say in therapy that it gets worse before it gets better. As in, if you have a problem, it will become really hard, and you will suffer, and then it will be fixed.
But no one told us what or how much we would lose until we got better. Will people stay here after our internal storm? Or have we left too many scars to mend? Did we really leave an open window for them to escape us when needed and come back later? How much of the damage can we repair?
I trust the process; I trust the therapeutic approach that assures us that it gets worse before getting better. I need to trust it, to be honest, because if not, I really am going into a malicious tunnel, and I will definitely destroy myself and everyone around me. Hence, lol, no therapy is good, and I trust therapy.
It’s just that I am stuck in habits I want to get out of but are too rooted underneath. It’s exhausting because it’s a vicious cyclic dilemma that I do not want to be in, yet I find myself the queen of it.
I’m currently at work, with a cold espresso to my left, a dried bread to my front, 6 chocolate bars to my right, courtesy of my new cute colleague. And my water mug. As usual, I’m swamped with unending tasks, and as usual, I am seeking this blog for some entertainment.
I do not exactly fathom all that is happening, all that I am feeling, all that is coming. I do know one thing, I need a break from this, from myself, from the nonsense that is my world.
Today, I was validated at work; my new colleague recognized how much I work, noting that “I’ve set the bar really high” if I ever left. For someone that always feels like I am not doing enough, this had a certain sweet taste in my mouth. Thank you, dear person, for recognizing what I still suffer to admit.
I am currently freezing because the AC is so high, and I’m wearing somebody else’s jacket, and I need it to be a bit less cold because I almost cannot feel my fingers. I also slept at 2am yesterday, so the act of opening my eyelids is painful on its own.
What am I listening to? Nothing special, really. If anything, I need song suggestions if you have some. Help your girl out; maybe music would distract me from the mess I am making.
I need to go back to work. Talk later. Soon. x