Why am I so sad? I have a wonderful child, I’m succeeding in school, I have a handful of really wonderful friends. My son is healthy. I am healthy. I have a warm place to lay my head. Most of the time I have faith that there is something or someone bigger than me out there. Sure. I’m stressed as all get out, but there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I know the stress of school is temporary.
Why am I wracked with self-doubt? I have had friends remark about how I am always me- and I don’t make excuses for who I am. I can’t help but wonder if I am just so accustomed to being the person that I think others want to see- that this is not really me. That barely makes any sense, but these are things I think about.
I also think about good friends from that past that I have lost touch with. Was is my fault? Could I have done something more to keep those friends in my life? Am I a good friend? Am I a good mother?
When it comes to relationships, do I just project my issues onto the man I’m with and use those issues as an excuse to break up? Anais Nin says, “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” What can I do to open my eyes and see things without the veil of my issues? Am I sub-consciously sabotaging my relationships before they even have a chance to get started?
Why do I let this loneliness sweep over me and hold me captive? Today I could not shake the melancholy. Today I wallowed in the loneliness that is palpable. I hate this side of me.
Why am I so irrational? Two dates with the same guy got cancelled this weekend on account of him having to go out of town for work. I cried a little. Looking forward to seeing him all week made it seem devastating. I KNOW it is out of his control. And I KNOW that is silly. But I still got upset like a little girl who was not getting her way. How am I going to share this side of myself with him? Will it send him running? Does he really like me?
This is ridiculous. I am too hard on myself. I expect perfection in way too many parts of my life and in reality I am setting myself up for disappointment…in myself.
Sometimes I feel too deeply. Sometimes I think I’m too shallow. I strive for balance. For peace. For a calm that my soul has never really known. And now I’m off to cry what will hopefully be a good, cleansing cry. A cry that has no real legitimate reason, but needs to happen nonetheless. I don’t like days like today. Tomorrow will be better, brighter. It has to be.