On Starting Over

Packing up to leave everything behind… twice in one week makes your head spin.

Outside the logistics of it all, there’s the flood of emotions.

You’re a disappointment and a failure.

You wasted your time going. And you wasted your time coming back.

Your heart aches for the possibilities you left behind…

Your mind wanders about the people still there…

You’re left in an in between place.

Confused and afraid of what comes next, but relieved and grateful that you’re no longer there.

For the first time in your life, you don’t have the answers. Or a plan. But you have something else…

Freedom.

What more could you ask for?

-Rule

Advertisements

Escapism is Not Self- Care

You just had the longest day you’ve ever had.

Your depression and anxiety seem to be teetering between bad and worse.

You woke up hoping that you would somehow turn on a happy switch and it’d be all better.

But today is even more lonely and exhausting than the last.

So on your way home you stop and buy ice cream. You get home and shower immediately because you just want the day to be over.

You rush to your bed, grab the ice cream and your phone and you start.

You start with one video on YouTube and now you’re more than an hour in. You switch apps to Instagram and start scrolling. But then there’s Snapchat. And you open Netflix, SoundCloud, Hulu, Kindle. Anything to get your mind off the things and out of your feels.

You sit alone in your room for hours staring at the screen or sitting silently in the dark.

You’ve escaped.

But you dont feel better. You aren’t taken care of.

You just feel numb.

Numb to yourself.

Numb to the world.

Numb to it all.

 

You’re Dead to Me?

Why do you keep me stuck in between holding on and letting go?

When I asked you what you wanted,

You said you wanted space.

You said you wanted to be left alone.

You said you needed time to get your shit together.

I said “okay, I can give you space.” But the look on your face said you wanted more than space.

So I continued, “Do you want to be left alone for now or forever?”

“For now,” you said, unconvincingly.

My heart broke slightly more with each passing second. 

“Do I even matter to you?”

“You matter…to a certain extent. But nothing  really matters”

“Uh, okay John Green. Sure oblivion is inevitable and we’re all going to die, but do you care about what I want? Do you care about me?”

“…..uh….not really…sometimes…”

“How are we friends if you don’t care about me?”

“I don’t care about what’s important to you.”

Under my breathe, “what’s the fucking difference?” Then louder, “If you didn’t want a friend, why try to be my friend in the beginning?”

“…because I’m an asshole.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. So what happens if I don’t leave you alone”

“I’ll just ignore you”

“Okay…”

End of conversation. 

After that you started ignoring my texts and calls.

Was it the apathy and depression talking? Your self-loathing post teen angst.

Or did I never mean anything to you.

I never got to ask why you said ‘love you’ the other day when we parted ways.

I never got to ask if I was special to you.

I never got to ask why not just tell me to leave you alone forever if you didn’t care about me anyway.

There’s exactly a month until I leave. Until you’ll never have to see me again or hear my voice. 30 days. And hopefully I’ll never have to feel this way again.

Empty and depressed and anxious one second and feeling like I’m going to vomit the next.

Soon, I’ll be dead to you. No longer holding on or letting go. Just gone forever.

Depression Lives in Your Thoughts

You’re just sitting around minding your business when a thought pops into your head.

It’s intrusive and overbearing and nauseating.

It’s the last thing you want on your mind.

So you try to dispel the thought from your consciousness.

You beg and plead for it to go away. You try to turn it off by distracting yourself with an endless stream of shows and status updates, but there is no escaping it.

And after a while, you start to believe it.

You are worthless.

You are broken.

You are a piece of shit.

You are not good enough. And you never will be.

In fact, everyone is better off without you.

Those thoughts permeate your entire being, mulitplying with every second. Until that intrusive thought is not just a thought.

It’s now an undeniable fact that you hold dear. It’s what you believe about yourself.

It’s your depression taking hold of you, making it nearly impossible to fight back.

But we keep fighting anyway.  ❤

You can’t live a fantasy

Why do you keep constructing this fantasy in your head that’s never going to happen?

You torture yourself day-in and day-out thinking about how things could be, should be, or would be.

But every day you wake up to the same world. The same depression, anxiety, numbness, and fear.

You’re still not good enough.

You’re still broken.

You’re still damaged.

You’re still needy.

Your wild fantasies of falling in love with the boy who said he’ll never love you won’t change that.

Your daydreams of the last time you saw him and how things would’ve been different if you were somehow more lovable, pretty, funny, or mysterious wont change that he’s never liked you in that way and never will.

You get so lost in the fantasy that you can’t even tell what’s real anymore.

But, the sad part is that you didn’t even want anyone until you met him, and you feel breathless trying to find the words to say that.

Trying to articulate that its not loneliness that keeps the fantasy alive. It’s actually believing that you are really meant to be.

But it’s not meant to be and its time to put the fantasy to bed.

You can’t force someone to care about you, not even in your head.

The Pit in Your Stomach

The feeling you get in the pit of your stomache when the person you like doesn’t like you in the same way.

Its Unexplainable. Indescribable. Unsettling.

Something that feels like a combination of anxiety, shame, feardepressionguilt. With a hint of panic and reluctance. And a dash of worry and stress.

The feeling comes when you reach out and they don’t reach back.

It comes whenever you think about them when you know you shouldn’t.

It comes whenever you see them and your heart skips a beat while they never notice.

But the sad part is that you believe that it’s possible to fall head over heels, kissing in the rain, I can’t live without you in LOVE.

And no matter how much you wish that it is that kinda love, you know that this it isn’t.

If it was real, they would like you as much as you like them. They would get the same butterflies. They would smile at the sound of your voice. They would feel their heart flutter when they look in your eyes.

But they don’t like you. And it hurts. Your body physically aches.

And you’re left wishing you were different. Wishing you were better. Wishing that you looked like and acted like their perfect dream.

But you don’t. And you can’t. And every day it hurts.

But maybe, just maybe, one day it’ll start to hurt a little less.

You deserve to love and be loved. ❤

Are you going to Buy In or Sell Out?

For those of you who never feel like you belong….

As you fall into your 1,000th existential crisis, you realize that you have to make a choice.

You’ve just graduated high school/college/grad school, and you’ve put it off for as long as you could. But now you have to decide.

Are you going to buy in, or are you going sell out?

If you’re like me and you never quite feel like you fit in to any school or company or job, then the thought scares the hell out of you.

So let me break it down.

Buy in (verb): You convince yourself that the company/industry/job is a great opportunity. Even if its not perfect, its doable. You tell yourself everyday that you made the right choice until you believe it.

Sell out (verb): You accept that you’re never going to have the career you want so you might as well sell yourself to the highest bidder. You forget about ever finding something that fits and embrace the omnipresent consumption culture.

This weekend, at a conference, full of people that are supposed to be the best and brightest in the field I study, I was told I had to choose.

For someone that never identifies  with an organization and always has one foot out the door, I froze.

The thought of living in a perpetual, proverbial pissing contest with all my peers makes me squirm.

How can I buy into a system that perpetuates and privileges everything that I hate?

How can I sell out when this is the one and only life that I will ever get to live?

But, sooner or later you have to choose.

  • You are expected to shut your voice off and let yourself go.
  • You are expected to get in line and follow the other sheep.
  • You are expected to join the rat race.
  • You are expected to crave money, status, power and validation over everything else.
  • You are expected to buy in or sell out.

So which will it be?

Choose wisely.

-(Rule)