Update:
I ended up taking a leave from work. I’ll be away for 2 months.
It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve had a single day where I wasn’t in tears. It’s not solely one thing that’s bothering me either. A lot of it is just past experiences, that really strike deep within me, and I find all I can do is cry, because while the situation has passed, I can still feel exactly how I felt at that time.
I only talk to my mom, my husband, my stepdad, and my biological dad. A lot of past issues are coming up, and I’m realizing I have a major problem with internalizing a bunch of things. Even if no harm was intended I still do it. So as of late it’s been me crying, while also doing my best to communicate the issues at hand to my family and my husband. We end up reaching a point of understanding and moving forward, but the process of getting there greatly disturbs me emotional well-being.
The other thing is more spiritual than anything else. I don’t feel like a lot of people on here believe in the same thing I do, so I often times withhold expressing myself on here, because I kind of feel like I won’t really be able to connect with someone on that level. But essentially, the many well known principles I believe, constantly clash with the principles of this world. Often times I find myself alone, fearful, hopeless, angry, sad, etc.
I don’t wish to withdraw from the world though. I can’t. I don’t really want to either. But it’s difficult. I see why it’s easy for concepts like nihilism to be so readily accepted by many. I really do. I completely get it. But to live a life and believe in the exact opposite, sometimes feels like someone is dragging me across a rough terrain. Life is filled to the brim with meaning. We all have a purpose. We are more than what any number could quantify, our mind, our will, and our emotions are more than mere chemical reactions. We experience inner phenomena that can’t be measured by means tangible to space and time. I’m constantly thinking about things like that. And I fully believe it. To which I find myself an outcast amongst many people, once the deeper topics begin to be brought up. People think I’m crazy, they think I’m stupid for my belief in God, in Christ , they think I’m misguided, I’m a follower, I chose to not think for myself, etc. To which I again…just feel alone most times. Outside of my family…I find it hard to find other individuals who I can interact with. We don’t have to believe in the same things, in fact, most times I encourage it. It teaches me how to understand, and listen, and connect, on a basis completely indifferent to how I feel. Yet I can never find others willing to do the same. I end up feeling afraid to speak. Or even share. To which I get social anxious on a deep level. Most times I do well with just casual gatherings. Have some drinks, laugh, etc. But I’m a person that likes connection. Past casual interactions.
All of this is just fuel to the perpetual fire I’m dealing with. Don’t know how to express yourself properly? Eat. Feeling lonely? Eat. Wonder why the vast majority of the world is so selfish? Eat. Upset? Eat. I can easily just use food as a solution to everything. I have. Hence why I’m here today moving hell and high water to recover.
My job is a very big trigger as well. I don’t do well in fast paced environments. That I fully acknowledge. I don’t do well with people talking to me in any other tone other than calm, engaged, and respectful. I don’t do well with long bouts of multi-tasking, I don’t do well with being crowded or tight spaces, and REALLY don’t do well with having copious amounts of food just in front my face constantly. Everyone at job has been paying me a lot of attention because they’re genuinely confused. Usually I’m pretty happy go lucky, and mostly cooperative at work. Lately I’m either completely shut off, or irritated with a short fuse. The last straw was me completely breaking down and crying somewhere in one of the offices for a very long time.
In essence…I’m not okay right now. But at least I know that. And I give space and awareness to the fact that I’m not okay mentally or emotionally. I do feel like I’m coming undone most days as of late. But I find this feeling to be what I call…not entirely consuming. Deep down I still remain hopeful. And with this time off I WILL slowly gain the tools necessary to return back to being me.
Of course this won’t be easy really. Stuff like this never is for anyone. I don’t care how many times I have to cry to get through it, but I’ll get through it. I’m tired of just welling up with tears almost completely randomly on the outside, but I’m not tired of the inside reasoning as to why. That part I like. I heard a very important message from a sermon I was listening to from Chuck Swindoll. He said:
“To Resist the pain, is to miss the purpose of it.”
And by that alone, I start to feel less overwhelmed, less anxious, less everything that is…otherwise contrary to how I live my life, and what I believe in, and who I believe in, and every nuanced little thing that follows.