Today has been, a lot.
My simple car repair went sideways and they have to keep it till monday. I had to swap a PTO day and was worried my boss was gonna think I was lying and making stuff up because I couldn’t go into work monday last minute.
And none of that is particularly stressful. But I just fucking lost it today.
Running these subs, running regen in particular. Me expecting to get better and better, to not slip up, to just keep improving. This CONSTANT expectation to be better and never give myself an ounce of breathing room. I really broke down today.
I just need space to feel like I can’t do it. I can’t put my life together, I can’t achieve my dreams, I can’t. I have pushed and pushed, I’ve overcome, I’ve fought, and every little scrap of life satisfaction never feels like it adds up to enough to shift things in a way where I’m truly genuinely ok. And I’m tired of lying to everyone in my life. I’m grateful for the changes I’ve made and the improvements I’ve fought for. I have changed, I have done better for myself. But I still feel like I’m having the life squeezed out of me every day, slowly. And I can’t anymore, I can’t live like this.
I hate my subtle validation seeking on this forum by writing about positive stuff and feeling beholden to maintaining that. It’s not that the positive stuff isn’t real, there’s just too much attachment to it in terms of self worth. And this blocks real emotional expression and feelings because anything less than improvement is failure in my eyes.
I hate that when I feel discomfort in my body I feel guilty. Like I’m exaggerating or if I just altered my thinking pattern I could feel better about this mismatch.
I hate that I don’t feel real. That everything is still funneled through a good and bad to feel matrix that denies me of my own humanity. And I hate that I do it to myself and I should have this free will but apparently I don’t.
And I hate that even when I have honest self expression, like right now typing this out. I still watch myself in third person as if the individual having these feelings is someone else. As if I, myself, am not allowed to feel these things. As if they are a temporary set back from a more invincible state vs a complex and nuanced experience of being a human that’s completely normal and I’m supposed to feel.
Half of me wants to delete all this. The other half wants to post it because I’m tired of covering up my own humanity and wants to be seen. If I can’t be honest and face how I really feel how am I ever gonna grow? I can’t chase an illusion of what I want while ignoring everything inside and hope it sorts itself out.