Alright... Listen... I have been on this rocky-road of emotions lately.
It's probably my "hypothetical" time of the month... I say hypothetical because I don't really get one of those anymore.... per se... I mean I still am an emotional roller-coaster during that time and things...happen....
I'll let you guess when it is... don't worry I don't know either.
I did have one boyfriend download the "P. Tracker" App... I think he was just as confused when I would cry and laugh all in the same 10 second span.
And he would plead,
"ITS NOT EVEN TIME YET!"
Anyways, I noticed I get really down about things when I am stressed out. And telling me to stop stressing out, stresses me out more.
It's like a never-ending circle of awful for myself.
I have gotten a little less crazy with the stress... like I don't pull my eyelashes out anymore... so that's cool. Well I try not to...
(By the way that's why I wear false eyelashes, sometimes, because it consciously makes me not do it)
Through this new bout of stress, I want to address something.
I have an amazing life.
I really do. I am doing very well with my job for an amazing company. I just moved into a house not too long ago. I just bought a car. I have an amazing family. I have a wonderful dog, And I have some good close friends.
I have so much to be thankful for.
Everyone goes through something.
I do have to go to the doctor all the time which is a little unfortunate, but
I am still breathing. I could be the opposite of that.
(I'm not trying to jinx myself here)
I get down about trivial things all the time. But I have to remind myself.
Why? Why are you letting that effect you?
It's easier said than done.
My favorite thing to do is think about the good times, think about plans I have made.. and the goals I have for myself.
If I let the darkness of self-pity run my life, I would kill myself.
I am so much better than that.
I have too much to offer.
Do I love waking up in pain every day? No, I don't love that.
Do I love that I can't get a date because I can't have a family? No, I don't love that.
Do I love that I have and my family have spent thousands of dollars on medical bills with no change in getting better? No, I don't love that.
Do I love that I cry over stupid things because I can't get my emotions under-control from the hormones I have to take? No, I don't love that.
But I do love waking up every day. And I do love myself despite the flaws. And I do love my family.
I know the pain gets hard. I know, God I know.
I wouldn't wish this kind of pain physical or mental on my worst enemy.
But what makes all of this worth it, is the person I have become from it.
I slip up sometimes and have a little too much to drink and cry a lot and I do mean A LOT.
And call everyone in my family to hear my tears of self-loathing.
But I am trying.
I am finding my way in these twist and turns of fate.
I never thought in a million years would happen to me.
I would have never guessed it.
And the hardest part of it all is forgiveness.
I am struggling the most with forgiving myself.
I blame myself for this happening. That I went wrong somewhere and that I deserve it.
I have to remind myself when I feel in doubt,
You are good enough. This is not your fault. You are strong.
If I say it enough to myself, I'll believe it.
I feel like I am getting close.
The main thing that gives me hope, and should give you hope is:
You were put on this earth for a reason, find out that reason. You are handed all these things in life because you are one of the strong ones. You should view this as a challenge and challenge accepted.
Remember that. Never give up hope.