So today – complete and utterly not how I wanted it to go. It started how I wanted it to- I got a text from my boyfriend, woke up early, had breakfast, was excited and anxious about my morning/afternoon at wellness center- then a fkn flow. I ultimately made it to my mindfulness group and it was like ripping bandaids off wounds one after another after another after another…. I could barely keep composure but I did not cry during the group. A lot of the topic for today’s group was about worry and also being listened to and communicating in relationships and I just felt horrible. Like thinking of my relationship and listening to other people and them have the same problem n stuff it just made me feel very low. It got me sad cause there was this lady who was talking who said she really try’s to listen but you can tell by body language and how a person looks wether they are listening or interested and I felt like I had egg all over my face … like I knew I wasn’t going crazy. Body language can say a lot about a person. So I’m at the point in my day where I’m just feeling low. The group touch on a lot of topics that hurt.
I truly wish that people understood me, maybe took the time to listen and respond instead of react. I hated today’s group because it had to do with a lot of problems I already have and I did not expect that- I mean I really didn’t know what the fuck to expect… I’m like really trying to move on with my day and give myself credit for not walking out that room and saying fuck this I’m not doing this damn group. Maybe I am strong cause I face my problems instead of sweeping them under the carpet or lying to ppl n telling them I’m ok now when I’m not. Im not a coward. But I damn sure don’t wanna talk about it all day.
Well hello there- haven’t been writing what’s on my membrane on here in a while. So with my luck I lost my job and I highly think they did it in the fashion they did it because I have mental illness and took days off because of it. I could have sued but I didn’t.
Lately – as in the past two months I say- I’ve been comfortable with the idea of dying- NOT COMMITTING SUICIDE- but being comfortable with the fact that if (my belief) God came to me and said let’s go Cindy, I woud say ok, with no fear. As this is weird because I have always been afraid of dying, always wanting to die at an old age so I didn’t miss anything or so that I could enjoy my loved ones company forever – all that unrealistic shit.
Lately I’ve just been trying to get my mental together and it’s fucking hard. I think people close to me who know what I’m going thru think I’m fine because of a laugh here and there or a joke I’ll say here and there but no one knows what it’s like to be in my shoes or shall I say , in my head.
My life has been a fkn journey and I’ve been trying my hardest to do the right things to help myself. I’ve been putting expectations on people closest to me to understand or not get so mad at me but then I have to realize I’m the one mentally ill , they aren’t – so they don’t have to understand shit. I just have to deal with the consequences of my actions and reactions caused by my mental illness that are voiced onto my loved ones.
I feel like any day now my boyfriend is just gonna up and leave me for the simple fact that because he’s never dealt with this this shit is just something he did not sign up for and does not see a future for us living this was even tho I’m trying my very best to get better- making all my appointments and exercises I’ve learned and trying to respond and not react. I’m not perfect but sometimes I feel like he thinks I’m just way too much. My boyfriend isn’t perfect but I had had it already in my heart and mind that I am in this for the long haul but he sent me an email saying that he’s worried about our future, so I guess I just got stuck again being the one with the stronger feelings.
My friends I feel like have abandoned me but my heart is ice in that area and I do not want to let anyone in. … I try to be there for my friends as much as I can- meaning via text phone w.e I can cause I don’t have a car. But shits been barely reciprocated and that hurts that it’s a repeated offense by more than one person over the years. Truly makes me want to isolate .
My boyfriend informed me that when I talk to him about other people or shit that has nothing to do with us he just doesn’t care and tunes out. That hurt my feelings just for the simple fact that I did view him as my bestfriend – I mean even couple on tv humor each other n act like their listening- … so I guess I’ll be letting what’s on my mental out more here… because I legit have no one to go to. I trust no one, I’m tired of worrying my family , and God never has a flowing back to back conversation, at least not with me.
It sucks to feel alone and be in a relationship and have a therapist and a supportive family and such. But have rules in your relationship, see your therapist once a week and have serious issues to work out and can’t turn to ur family cause you’re sick of being the odd ball of the family giving everyone fucking ulcers concerned about you and your life.