I’m so bad at forcing myself to update my blog regularly. I’ve been meaning to post an update for like the last week or so. A couple of days ago, I turned on my laptop, opened up my wordpress page and just stared at it. Obviously I didn’t post an update. So I turned off my laptop. And felt disappointed in myself. Duh.
It’s been pretty crazy lately. It’s been worse. It’s been better. It’s been more stagnant.
During the end of January, my cousin passed away, suddenly. I was going to say “unexpectedly” but he was an addict. I wasn’t super upset over his death, personally. I did feel terrible for his father (my uncle)…especially because my uncle had just celebrated his birthday the day before. My cousin’s death impacted because of how much it impacted those who were closer to him. And because, well, death, itself does something to me. It reminds me of my own mortality. And I hate that. No matter how many times I have and will wish that I wouldn’t wake up.
Last week, I saw my doctor and finally have increased my Wellbutrin. Well, I guess I haven’t technically increased it yet. I was taking 75 mg (immediate release) twice a day. Today, instead of taking the 75 mg tablets, I switched over to the 150 mg (sustained release) tablet. So I will be taking 150 mgs for a few days, once a day. Then I will be taking 150 mgs twice day after that.
I took the 150 mg (SR) tablet around 5 o’clock this evening. I had a little bit of dizziness, some ringing in the ears. So I decided to throw on my headphones to see if I could drown out the ringing. At first, it didn’t help. But now it’s better. I feel a little bit of the same feeling in my stomach as when I first started taking the 75 mg tablets. It’s just like a small feeling of agitation. When I started the 75 mg dose, I only had side effects for 2-3 days. The same thing when I started taking the second daily dose of 75 mgs. Side effects were gone within 2-3 days. Which is a huge relief for me. I hate medication because of side effects. For example, I tried Abilify, in my early 20’s, and the first night I took it, I threw up. So I tried taking it a second night. Threw up again. I know I’m a little crazy, but I truly believe that is a sign from my body saying “this isn’t for you.”
Alright, let’s see. What else has happened? I’m trying to get my academic life together, once again. The goal is to start classes in May. I’ll need everything to fall into place perfectly in order for this to happen. There are a couple of things that are beyond my control though, such as paper work being faxed to the school from the Department of Education.
I’m very scared that things won’t work out, which means I’d have to wait until the fall to start my classes. And I’m scared because even if it DOES work out, and I get to start classes in May, I have no fucking idea what I want to do after I complete my last 14 credits and graduate with my BS in Human Services. I know I want to continue on to get my Masters. But in what? I absolutely do not to want to do the school work required for a Masters in social work. I thought I knew what I wanted to be “when I grew up”…but I was so wrong. I thought, from the age of about 13, I wanted to help people. But maybe I don’t. Maybe I don’t want to help people the way I thought I wanted to back then. Even though I haven’t been necessarily depressed lately, I’m still somewhat hopeless, especially when it comes to the human race. Hopeless, pessimistic, cynical. I’ve always been cynical. Ugh.
I just hate that I feel like I need to figure EVERYTHING out. I need to understand. I need to make the right decisions. I need to KNOW. But it’s part of being human, I suppose. The sooner that I realize I’m not meant to know everything that lies ahead, the sooner I’ll probably stop going crazy in my head. Ugh. Again.
Well, at this point, I feel completely fine I think. The agitation is pretty much gone. Definitely no more ringing in my ears. Woohoo!
So I guess I’ll end this. See, this is why I need to post more frequently…so I don’t end up with ridiculously long posts. This is also me saying I need to stop keeping things in until it’s too overwhelming to get them all out.
I had so much that I wanted to post on here but I seem to have lost all motivation after spending like half an hour changing my page’s view and adding links to some of my social media. Ugh. I’m still going to try. Here it goes.
I’ve been wondering if I’m the only person who experiences having thoughts SO LOUD in your head that you’re worried you might’ve said them out loud and not even realized it? Like, you thought “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” in your head when someone is talking…and your own voice in your head was so loud that you thought you said it, like, in real life. It’s almost like I can feel like I could “lose time” for a couple seconds and not realize I said a thought out loud for someone else to hear.
I’ve had this same experience while I’ve been in the shower, even when I’m alone. Except I’m not yelling “shut the fuck up” in my head…I’m just reflecting and thinking about things…like having a conversation with myself in my head. But since usually this happens when I’m in the shower by myself, I don’t know if maybe I say thoughts out loud without realizing it while I’m in the shower. Because, clearly, I don’t say thoughts I have around other people out loud. But what if I do in the shower and no one is there to hear it?
Am I completely alone in this? Is this me going completely nuts? I can’t be the only “sane”/functioning person that experiences this lol. I’ll talk to my therapist about it next week when I see him lol.
On another note, it’s nice to see people following my blog! And liking my posts! In a weird way, it makes me feel less alone. I totally know how pathetic that sounds, trust me, lol. But it’s true in it’s own way. If someone else reads what I type, and likes it, that means they accept what I’m saying. They’re not reading my blogs thinking,”this girl is nuts”. I feel alienated in a way from people. So to see people accepting/liking my blog/entries, makes me feel like I’m not completely abnormal. Other people understand. It makes me feel validated. And I don’t get a whole lot of validation. I only share what I post in this blog with a few people. So I guess I just want to say thanks everyone who reads, likes, follows or shares my blog! I post the thoughts in my head in the hopes that it’ll help someone, in one way or another. Maybe they’ll see they’re not alone in certain life experiences.
I want to post more frequently. But it’s so hard for me to focus on getting words typed when I don’t have my headphones in. I’d have plenty of time after work usually to post something almost every day. But I lose motivation to express myself by the end of the day. I just pretty much shut down at the end of the day. Especially in the winter. Ugh.
Alright, it’s starting to get later and I’d like to get some crocheting time in before I go to bed.
Well, it’s not really the end of the day for me yet. I mean, yeah, I’m home from work. And I’ve done the dishes. And took care of the cats. Now I’m sitting here, like, what am I doing with my life right now? The simple answer: I have no idea.
I’ve been crocheting like a madwoman for the last few days. I feel like I’m almost done with the blanket I started for my fiance, like, over a year ago. I don’t know where the motivation came from. I’m trying to find the motivation to paint. My fiance bought me a ton of acrylic paints, canvas and new brushes. Fucking awesome, right? It would be even more awesome if I felt like I had ANY talent when it comes to painting LOL.
I don’t really have a talent…like the type of talent that makes people say,”Wow, she’s talented.” I don’t think I paint well, I don’t really dance, I don’t play sports. I don’t DO anything that requires talent LOL ugh. My fiance, my sisters, and my parents like my paintings. They think I’m talented at painting. And I’m just like, well, they don’t know what good art is then lol. Hmm, what else do I do? Well, as far as the crocheting, I’m really only good a single crochet, which is super basic lol. So, no real talent there. I rock climb but I’m not the best. I try hard and I’ve definitely progressed. There’s one woman I climb with that adores my climbing “talent”. Like, seriously, she’s like my “fan”. It’s flattering, naturally. But it’s so hard for me to accept her compliments. Apparently it’s hard for me to accept ANY compliments now that I think about it lol. How do I work on that? LOL. Why didn’t I talk to my therapist about this at all yesterday?
I think I should probably try to figure out what I’m going to eat for dinner. I’m thinking egg noodles. Or I could have eggs. I didn’t buy junk food before coming home from work…and I’m definitely in for the night. I wish I bought chips.
Alright, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll probably eat and then crochet while watching Netflix. Bob’s Burgers.
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What a week it’s been. As uneventful as it’s been, it’s been ridiculous.
My little cousin has been staying with me since the 20th of this month while her parents are on vacation. I say “little cousin” and one would assume she is too young to be left home alone for an extended period of time. She’s 18…and EXTREMELY immature/irresponsible. I don’t even know where to being. And she’s staying with me until October 1st. I have never wanted time to go by faster.
Let’s start with the amount of food she wastes. The second night she was at my house, I made spanish rice and beans and my fiance made steaks for us. She took a heaping serving of rice and beans, didn’t touch her steak. She asked if she could go back for more rice and beans, I said,”Sure.” She comes back with another heaping amount of rice and beans on her plate. I cut her steak for her, because clearly, she’s never been taught how to cut meat. She took a few bites of the rice and beans and ate a couple pieces of steak. She asked me if she could save the rest for another time. Of course, I said yes and got her some tupperware.
Next afternoon. She asked me if she could warm up her leftovers. I said absolutely. Later, I took the lid off of the trash can in the kitchen to push the trash down and what do I see? All of her leftovers in the trash. She took maybe a couple of bites of rice and beans and ate a couple of pieces of the steak. Like, are you fucking kidding me? That was a 10 dollar fucking steak and you throw it in the trash?! I didn’t say anything.
That evening. My fiance made this awesome chicken, pesto, mozzarella, filo dough dish. I told her what was in it, she said it sounded awesome. So I cut a square for her. My fiance and I ate in our bedroom, watching TV. She was in the living room watching Netflix. I came out a little while later, took the lid off of the trash to scrape the filo dough off of my plate and I see THE ENTIRE PIECE THAT I GAVE HER IN THE FUCKING TRASH!!!!!! Again, I didn’t say anything, but I was LIVID.
A few days later, she was hanging out with one of our cousins. I texted her and told her we made homemade macaroni and cheese and fried chicken for dinner and there would be some in the fridge for her when she got back. I told her,”If you waste any of it, you will be living off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of the week.” A VERY short time later, she starts complaining of chest pains to our cousin. So he makes the executive decision to bring her to the ER. She has had a pacemaker her entire life, so I understand why our cousin was worried, but I knew she was playing him like a fiddle. And I told him this. He asked,”Do you think she’d really lie about something like that?” And I responded,”Yes, absolutely.” They never called her mother to even tell her what was going on…so I did. She said,”She’s playing him for a schmuck.” I said,”Oh, I’m aware. I told him that.” While they were at the ER, my little cousin had our cousin go to McDonald’s for her. Around 9 pm, my cousin said he had to leave because he had to work in the morning. I said,”That’s fine. She can call me when she’s discharged.” She texted me shortly after and said,”I won’t need a ride back, my friend is going to pick me up and we’re going to hang out after for a little bit then he’ll bring me home. When do you want me home?” Naturally, my response was,”When you get out of the ER. If your chest pains were so bad that you felt like you had to go to the ER, you should be resting.”
Now, let me tell you…I’ve had chest pains that have caused me to go to the ER. And the last fucking things on my mind were food and hanging out with anyone. All I wanted to do was sleep, to try to ignore the pain. Turns out she supposedly was having the same issue that I had…costochondritis. I say supposedly because I don’t even believe that was what was wrong. I’m pretty sure she just wanted the attention.
Oh right…I haven’t mentioned it yet but she has borderline personality disorder. She is TEXTBOOK borderline. It is fucking ridiculous. Doesn’t help that I work as a PCA for an aunt that has borderline personality disorder as well. So I can’t escape it!!!!
The next night, I was picking her up from her friend’s house, and she asks,”What’s for dinner?” I said,”Same thing we had last night. We don’t make extra food to throw it in the trash. We make it to eat it.” And you would’ve thought I told her we were eating air for dinner. So I said,”Clearly you’re picky, spoiled, or don’t know what it’s like to be hungry.” I proceeded to tell her about when my fiance lived off of ramen noodles and peanut butter for almost two months so we could throw all of our money at bills. And I ended with,”So we’ve learned to not be ungrateful or wasteful since then.” She said,”I feel you.” So I responded with,”DO YOU? Cause I don’t think you do.” That was pretty much the end of the conversation.
In addition to wasting food, she also likes to waste money. She’s blown through almost 200 dollars since the 20th. She used 40 dollars to buy an eighth of weed…which was the shittiest weed I’ve ever seen/smoked in my life. And I’ve smoked some shitty weed when I was a teenager. Like, I’m not even sure I believe that what she bought is weed. I was thinking maybe it was salvia…but I’ve smoked salvia and it’s definitely not salvia either. Maybe it’s dirty straw or something. Cause it doesn’t even get you high. Terrible. Someone ripped off this naive girl LOL. I’m sorry, I can’t help but laugh.
ANYWAYS! Through this experience, my belief has been reinforced that I simply just cannot live with anyone else. My fiance and I have always had a balance and have always lived together cohesively. I cannot tolerate other people living in my house. I can’t deal with the way other people live. I have control issues and maybe (definitely) a touch of OCD. Some days it’s worse than others LOL. I just like things done in particular ways!!!! Shoot me.
I have also thought about how strongly I don’t want kids. I would never raise my kid the way my little cousin has been raised. I would raise them the way I was raised. However, we all know that kids kind of do their own thing at one point or another, no matter how much you have taught them or try to teach them. And I would go to jail if my kid ended up like my little cousin. I would beat their ass. I can’t even deal. UGH! I talked her to her mom about it and she referred to my little cousin as “birth control.” And I said,”YES! She’s more effective as birth control than a crying newborn is.” I am not exaggerating. I promise.
Maybe I feel this way because I am the type of person who is typically drained by being around people…especially certain people. Like people with borderline personality disorder.
I am not, by any means, bashing everyone with borderline personality disorder. While I do not have that particular personality disorder, I am far from perfect. But it drives me absolutely insane when someone understands that they have issues and refuse to work on them despite the tools they’re given. This goes for ANYONE, with ANY problems. But I guess that’s where the saying comes from…You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink.
I don’t know why I expect people to have the same values and beliefs as me. Maybe it’s because I don’t believe that my beliefs are that crazy. My only missions in life are to become a better human being, to feel whole, to feel content with myself, to grow, to learn and to help others when I can. It’s not easy! But if I can at least TRY, why can’t other people?
I’d like to say I’m done with this entry…BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE! lol Ugh.
My friend that I had mentioned in previous posts…her and her boyfriend broke up. My fiance said,”Well, now you’ve got your best friend back.” And I said,”I didn’t want it like this…” I sure the fuck didn’t. I wanted shit to be NORMAL. There’s that word again…lol. Do I even know what it means?! lol. Fuck.
I should be getting ready for bed…but my fiance is getting up for work soon and one of my cats and I hang out with him while he’s getting ready for work lol. It’s definitely become the routine. I’m thinking afterwards, I might go for a drive so I can sing my little heart out. I already jogged for 15 minutes on the treadmill earlier this evening. That definitely helps get frustration out. And we climbed at the gym for almost three hours today this afternoon. I’m hoping I’m not super sore tomorrow. I have to do laundry tomorrow lol.
Alright, over 1500 words later, I am ending this entry. If only I’d blog once a day, they probably wouldn’t be so long. I could be completely full of shit lol. It all depends on the day and what crosses my mind. I mean, honestly, I could post multiple entries throughout the day…lol. I mean, how many people actually read any/all of what I type here? I haven’t shared this page with anyone that I know in real life. Yet I put my feelings and thoughts out here for strangers to read. So if you’re really reading: Any questions you have about me? Get to know me. I’m pretty cool. I’m the coolest person I know LOL. Getting to know me, really know me, is essential…otherwise, people take things that I say the wrong way.
Now it’s over 1700 words. Goodnight!
Here I am again. I’ve been telling myself for weeks that I would start blogging again. I’ve been telling my therapist the same thing for even longer. I know it would help me to get stuff out. I can’t continue keeping everything in, it has been destroying me.
So where to begin? Is there ever really a proper place to start? Probably not. Let’s just dive right in.
I have learned what it feels like live your life on autopilot, going through the rat race. I have continuously avoided things that make me feel anything. I don’t talk about, watch, listen to anything that gives me feels. That’s so sad to me. I love emotion. I love having emotions…even when they’re not positive. I feel alive when I cry, when I laugh, when I’m angry. I’ve been mostly trying to laugh a lot. It’s the little things that make me laugh. Simple things. Silly things. It’s a good distraction from my thoughts.
My thoughts. I still don’t even want to manifest them into words that can be heard or read. Living in a society where everyone gets offended by something is SO ANNOYING. Living in a society where no one can accept responsibility for anything is also SO ANNOYING. This year has been a huge year for learning. Learning about myself, friends, and just people in general. I thought I completely understood people! I was so wrong. I mean, I’ve always understood them, but I feel like I’ve peeled back another layer this year. I’ve pretty much ostracized myself from all my friends…not like there was many to begin with lol. But I decided that I wanted/needed to focus on myself and couldn’t deal with anyone else’s personal issues. It was too draining.
I made this decision because I felt like I had to. I had to because I had no one to vent to. One of my best friends that I always confided in, couldn’t seem to be bothered with any of my issues. She was with this pretty cool guy and they ended up breaking up and she was very hurt, I was there for her, but then they ended up getting back together and she was happy and feeling great. However, before and when she and her boyfriend had broken up, I had been on top of the world for months; I was happy, with myself, my relationship with my fiance, my life. I was able to put my happiness aside and be there for her emotionally. That’s what friends do. I didn’t look at her as a Debbie Downer. I understood what she needed and was glad to help her. Because we’d always been there for each other, for years, no matter what. But this past winter was different.
As usual, I started getting depressed. Gotta love it when the body is deprived of warmth and sunshine! Anyone who knows me, especially her, knows that I get depressed in the winter. I struggle with almost crippling depression every single winter. And a lot of it feels like it’s out of my control. I felt like my friend didn’t truly ask me how I was doing. It almost seemed like she’d ask me how I was doing in a rhetorical way, simply as a way to have the opening to tell me about how she’s mad at her boyfriend for something. I didn’t feel like she could be bothered with me talking about how I wanted to die. I feel like her life at that moment, was all about her. Since I felt like this, I didn’t bother reaching out to her anymore. Why bother? I don’t want to bring anyone down when they don’t want to be brought down. I feel stupid for expecting it. We have barely talked. I’ve only seen her a few times in a long time.
So now, since it’s coming to that time of year, my friend is starting to get depressed. I already feel acclimated to the winter blues because I’ve had my toe dipped in basic depression for months now. I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about her. But do I really feel like reaching out to her? And explaining why I have mostly stopped talking to her? Not really. She knew I wasn’t doing well last winter, but couldn’t be bothered. So am I expected to make myself available to her now that she’s getting depressed? Deep inside, I know what the right thing is to do. Because I care. But my self-preservation instincts tell me to keep my distance because I’m hurt.
I’ve had this conversation with people. My therapist, my fiance, even her boyfriend. But I cannot yet bring myself to talk to her about it. She should know. She’s a very intuitive and smart girl. Why do I have to be the asshole that calls her out how she was a shitty friend to me last winter? And especially now, while she’s depressed? I enjoy being able to be honest with people. But I don’t like it when people can’t just own their shit. I don’t even need an apology! I just want people to own their shit. Accept responsibility for their actions/words/behaviors/whatever. These feelings go beyond the issue between my friend and I.
Last night, my fiance and I went to her and her boyfriend’s house so we could all hang out. We hung out around the fire but after a while of my fiance, her boyfriend and myself talking, she got up and went inside. Naturally we were trying to figure out exactly what her problem was. We talked about how her and her boyfriend really need to find a way to communicate better. That was the main focus of the conversation. No one said ONE bad thing about her, we all said we love her. But apparently she must’ve been listening at some point because she posted something saying “when people talk about you when you’re 20 feet away.” Again, our conversation was based on nothing but concern. Concern for her, her boyfriend, their relationship. So I’m basically sitting here like, okay, real mature to post anything on social media instead of coming to the people you have an issue with. I’m obviously not feeding into it. I definitely don’t have the energy for that. If she wants to text me or call me, I will gladly tell her everything that was said during our conversation. Because none of it was bad. But at the end of the day, it’s whatever!
I should go for now. I’m starting to get a headache. Maybe I’ll be inspired to write more later.