I’ve been delaying writing about this, which is somewhat ironic.
I have a massive issue with communication. More specifically I dislike telling people my opinion or true feelings. The idea of burdening someone who is most likely going through their own stuff, with my additional issues makes me feel like I’m being selfish and definitely guilty. Moreover I also believe my reluctance to express myself has to do with the relationship I had with my mother growing up. For whenever I did express my opinion it would result in world war 3. Primarily I believe my mother to be a factor because we have never seen eye to eye and it didn’t help that we have the temper so when things didn’t get communicated correctly we would collide.
As a result of this being a weekly ritual I think I’ve carried the concern that if I express my opinion, then someone will disagree or not fully understand my point thus causing an argument. So to prevent this I would simple agree or shut myself off from the situation. (This route is most common I’ve found with me when already in an argument and fear that expressing myself would only make it worse – “if you have nothing nice to say than don’t say anything at all”) .
I’m not 100% sure about what my deal with not being upfront and honest with my emotions is, that I’m still trying to figure out. Most commonly when someone doesn’t open up about their emotions it can be due to the fact that they don’t won’t to be vulnerable, particularly with those they often care for the most.
I suppose in my case that could be a viable evaluation of myself as well but I’m going to leave the diagnostic to the professionals.
Despite all this there are only 2 situations I’ve come across so far where I have expressed my opinion without regard of how the other may take it:
Situation 1 – when I’m so far beyond angry or annoyed that I loose my filter and whatever I’m thinking just blurts out.
Situation 2 – when Ive been drinking and the time comes for me to stand up to a friend most commonly against a guy who won’t leave us be.
(28th May 2019)
For as long as I can remember I’ve always lugged around around the weight of being an outsider.
The feeling of being an outsider and isolated from those you hold closest, is one that creeps up on sporadically. It’s as if it hunts me down. Preying on me from afar so I don’t notice, lowing my guard due to a false sense of security, all the while observing my every emotion. Logically waiting for the perfect moment to strike . To consume and plague my mind, my thoughts, my emotions. Making the good thoughts sour whilst the sour thoughts turn to darkness.
All I’m left with is an eternal war that seems to never have an ending. The constant battle that manifests between serotonin and the enemy that is isolation.
As that battle escalates another one begins – to cry or to hide. I find myself trapped between if I should maintain a fake facade that I’m perfectly perfect or to allow myself to confine in someone I trust. The main issue I have with this is to be able to to talk to someone I trust I have to first believe that I can trust them and they do care for me. Isolation has many a time made sure to inform me that any said person I trust and care do doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. In layman’s terms I’m left feeling like no one could give any sort of flying fuck, shits or cunts about me.
In order to win the war I need to learn and truly believe that the issue is not that no one cares but rather just the monster.
(26th May 2019)
“We don’t function well as human beings when we’re in insolation”
My motivation for life has been made abundantly clear to me the past few weeks, it’s fear. Fear is the sole thing that gets me up 2 hours early for work when it’s a 30 minute walk down the road. Nevertheless fear is also the reason I don’t do a lot of things.
When presented with something I’ve not myself come across or done before my mind floods with ‘what if’s’. Successfully drowning any positives or good experiences that could come from it. Basically in this sense fear is like a tall solid brick wall that casts a deeper than black shadow over me.
For myself to actually leave this metaphorical shadow and get back in the light and earth logically I’d have to break down the wall. That bits obvious yet what isn’t so obvious is how I’m supposed to be able to do that. This wall has been ever growing for years whilst I’ve been cowering as far away from it as possible, hopelessly attempting to pretend that it isn’t there.
“Everyone is scared of what they don’t understand”. That probably explains simply why I fear this wall so, I don’t understand where it came from or when it first started to be built. Was it built slowly over a period of time? Has it just always been there? Did one act cause it to form over night as it were?
“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.”
24th May 2019
Everyone deals with stress in their own way. There are those of us who count to 10, others go for a walk. I, however, take the approach of having a complete breakdown – but that’s okay.
Stress and anxiety and the two things I feel like I have always dealt with yet I’ve never known where they stemmed from. Think I just always assumed it was simply who I am( to be cheesy ‘ part of my DNA’). To backtrack slightly by “dealt with” I definitely mean by not dealing with it at all. I use to write about what would make me feel anxious or stress, it helped for a while. Until it became apparent that my mother would leave comments under my entries to infuriate and frustrate me – my mother is an entry for later. Long story short writing no longer felt like a private, secure outlet; so I proceeded to find an unhealthier alternative to cope.
In situations where if experience high levels of stress or anxiety I would turn to pinching my hand; between my thumb and index fingers. This act became a way of distracting my mind by allowing myself something else to fixate on. The discomfort or pain would block thoughts of worry from penetrating my mind. If I remember correctly I began doing this about 4 years ago, in my last few years of secondary school, but not thinking much of it or regarding it as that much of a big deal, it continued.
The pinching wouldn’t occur every time I felt like I was drowning in stress or worry only on occasion. Still I don’t know what exactly triggers it but I wish to find that out with help.
(23rd May 2019)
Thanks for joining me!
Everyone has something they’re going through, we all have to remember that one persons problems don’t make ours any lesser.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton