I lost 2.5lbs – so chuffed with myself – then I had a drink at the weekend and spent all day yesterday recovering and eating all the things – I think I did a record of three fast food meals in one day – ugh. Drinking didn’t make me feel better – only worse. GOOD JOB SELF! It was for birthday celebrations tho, so I guess that’s ok.
A lot of people always ask me how I am feeling now, I think it’s what you do when people are down, and the truth is always “struggling”. I am trying to move on and get past all the stuff, I feel ridiculous at times for feeling the way I do over something so trivial to others. But I guess there is always someone with a bigger issue, it’s all relative isn’t it.. to yourself I mean.
I am probably boring the socks off anyone that reads this, but I need to write it down and get it out, and this is my blog so I figure its a good a place as any. Although I recently joined an online mental health forum and they are such a lovely bunch, and I don’t feel as much of a burden on my friends either. win win.
I feel a bit weird using the term “mental health” when describing what I am going through, I have struggled for years with feelings, anxiety, feeling down, useless, sad.. but I have never really done much about it, on the outside everyone says I am so cheery (well in a morbid way :D) and seem so with it, my friend was really surprised when I said I was looking to get help, not sure if that is a good or a bad thing.
I keep chanting to myself – girl, you tried to invite two unknown rescue animals into your home, with the best of intentions, one of them did not get along with your existing pets, and one of your existing pets did not get along back – it didn’t work out – you didn’t abandon them, you took them back to a warm, safe home where they will spend out the rest of their days – for the safety of all the animals – and that wasn’t a bad thing to do, it was a hard thing to do, but a responsible thing to do. This doesn’t mean you can’t try again when and if the time is right.
I keep telling myself that and I start to believe it, then something happens and I am right back to feeling like a massive sack of shit again. I love animals, I’d do anything to help any animal. I feel like I failed those ones, but if I had have kept them around – I would have been failing them AND my cats. I guess part of me is really pissed off cos I was so naive – I thought they’d fit right in – and I feel guilty I didn’t think about that more. I’m also annoyed the rehoming knew they weren’t cat tested but thought they’d be ok too as they usually are. I’m upset and annoyed at myself mostly tho.
This whole thing has thrown my life into complete disarray, it’s crazy. My diets gone out the window, I haven’t even looked at my homework when my exam is in a few months and all coursework has to be in in a month or so, I’ve stopped eating, eaten too much, had no sleep, slept all the time – it’s been such a rollercoaster. I feel like a burden to most, then I feel lonely and think maybe if I just disappeared from everywhere then peoples lives would be much better without me prattling on, like just delete all my social media stuff, get a train somewhere far away and just let ppl have good lives without me in it.. and that scares me and makes me sad because I know that’s not right.
Everyone I have spoken to has been nothing short of kind and amazing, yet here I am still worrying ppl think I’m a terrible person and I should be ashamed.
So no, I don’t like to use the term “mental health” but that is what it is, and that is what I am having a problem with right now. BUT YAY, lost 2.5lbs.
People have asked me to please concentrate on the positives in my life rather than the negatives, because they are far more important and outweigh the other, that I am a wonderful, kind, funny, caring person. I wish I felt that!
What I wouldn’t give for a time machine, huh?