You ever just hold back from the deep well of shit inside you because you’re afraid of being consumed by it? That’s where I’m at. This post might get long.
For most of my life I’ve tried really fucking hard to be happy. I told myself others had it worse, I tried to be grateful, I kept stuffing down that part of me that was hurting. Why was it hurting? Who the fuck knows. But the fact I felt I needed a valid reason to express that showed I wasn’t in a good place. And day in day out being surrounded by people who don’t get it. Having to blend in, having to explain why life is difficult for me but at the same time not having a good reason for why. Poverty? No. Abusive parents? No. Disease? No. So why the fuck are you sad all the time? If I had an answer to that I would have fixed it, don’t you think?
The early part of my life sucked. It really did. I have moments that I cherish and I’m grateful for, but that was in a sea of pain and isolation. I think this is the first time I’m even saying that out loud anywhere. I generally stopped talking to people about any of it because all I get is platitudes. Platitudes fucking hurt, I’ll tell you that. It’s emotional invalidation, despite having well meaning interest it’s like spilling your guts to someone and having them walk away because it’s too messy. I am ashamed of going through all that pain and isolation. In my mind I imposed it on myself and it was my fault and I wasn’t smart or strong enough to dig myself out of it. Every day I have regrets, some of those regrets aren’t even conscious but I feel them.
I’ve been using subliminals since I was 19, I’m 29 now. That’s 10 years of growth. 10 years of clawing my way out of the hell I’ve been through. Fighting off the opinions of therapists and medical professionals saying the best I can do is manage all this, that I have to just live with it. I was never content with that answer. And I knew even from a young age I had a long hard path ahead of me because nobody seemed to have a good answer to my questions.
And there’s been growth, and I’m thankful. I’m thankful for the creators of subliminals and even having the option of improving myself and having it available to me. But fuck if I don’t get hit with the question every day “when am I gonna be ok?” When am I gonna feel ok vs constantly trying to feel ok?" This has nothing to do with getting money, a good career, fame, whatever. This is about feeling good in the core of my being. If you don’t have that, what the hell is the point of any of this?
This all probably seems out of left field and just a bunch of reconciliation. But I’ve been carrying all this for a while. It’s only recently with the coronavirus, starkq, and getting increasingly frustrated at wasting my time at this job I have now that I’ve realized how deep it all goes. Everything I’ve been told is bullshit, all the advice I followed was bullshit, and all the ways people try to control me is bullshit. And the mask I’ve put up for years is finally dropping and I’m realizing the whole “I’m fine, I’m doing ok” thing was because I had the deepest level of shame for what I truly felt inside me. I have every right to feel what I feel. Society is not allowed to cherry pick the “good” and “bad” of my humanity.