#life struggles
Decisions decisions
Might fuck around and kill myself, might decide to keep living like this. What to do. I’ve reach a point in my life where I care so much I don’t care anymore . It’s like I can feel the anxiety in me some times but I just don’t have it in me to do anything about it. It’s almost like I’m dead but in pain.
BODY IMAGE
People always ask me why I wear sports clothes all the time, I just say because they’re ‘comfortable’. But the truth about the word ‘comfortable’ runs a lot deeper.
For example today I needed to go out to the shops, I felt like wearing a pair of jeans, you know something different for a change. I put a pair on and a cute top, I looked in the mirror and felt disgusted, I hated how my legs looked in the jeans, my huge thighs, my stomach bulging through, my flabby arms… everything just looked HUGE.
I tried on a different pair of jeans…. nope still the same, I felt nauseous and couldn’t even see my face properly in the mirror, everything looked weird and not real. I could only see the imperfections of my body. I grabbed at my thighs, my belly, my arms, hoping they could just shrink.
I tried on a different top but I could see my belly and arms and they were huge and disgusting.
I thought about what the people in the shops might say:
‘Eww why is she wearing that, she looks huge’
‘Those jeans are too small for her fat ass’
‘You can see her fat belly through that top’
‘That outfit doesn’t go’
‘Those jeans aren’t in fashion anymore’
‘Has she looked in a mirror recently’
The thoughts go on….
So I take the clothes off, give up on the idea of jeans and put my sports clothes back on. Feeling disappointed in my weight and frustrated with my size.
It’s not that I think sports clothes make me thinner it’s just a comfort I have become used to. I know exactly how I feel in sports clothes, I love comfy trainers and I can always count on my black leggings to make me feel a little more secure.
This isn’t to make people comment and make me feel better about myself (you won’t anyway) but just a little glimpse into me feeling ‘comfortable’ in sports clothes.
I have struggled with body image from a very young age, I know many others who have and still do. It’s horrible and debilitating. From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep I think about my weight and my body.
Today I am in my sports clothes but one day I might be able to wear jeans and not hate what I see in the mirror.
Moving On
After about 10 years I’ve been discharged from the mental health team and left to my own devices. Crazy I know.
The day I was discharged was a rollercoaster of emotions. I felt so proud of how far I’d come but really sad at everything I’ve been through. I felt like I was saying goodbye to a part of me. I cried happy tears and felt a huge sigh of relief leaving the building. I hated saying goodbye to my psychologist because she was amazing and a massive part of why I feel comfortable with being discharged and coping on my own. She believed in me and helped me see a positive future. Goodbyes are hard for people but extra difficult for people with BPD.
However I don’t feel I have BPD now or I don’t meet the criteria for it. My team agreed. My records now state: PTSD, accompanied with insomnia and depression (in remission)
All of this is positive but I now have to think about other things to focus on in life. Things that I never thought I would get to live through or experience. Having been depressed for most of my life I never looked forward to anything. All of this has changed and it’s scary.
I have a career I really want to do and I’m making steps all the time to get me there. I hope it’s something I will be good at and I will do whatever it takes to achieve it.
Being an adult comes with certain expectations like marriage and children. And being 24 makes me nervous that my “body clock” is ticking. I’ve said in another post how I had a plan as a child, things I wanted to achieve at certain times and I’m not really on track with that. Which is okay but there is so much social pressure to be grown up.
My sister is 2 years younger than me with a 3 year old which I think puts me 5 years behind her (Don’t ask why, I just added 2 and 3) and I’m super happy for her but it makes me worry that I’m so behind with life and I don’t want to feel pressured to catch up especially when I’ve already had procedures and complications. (Don’t worry I have no plans for a child right now).
Now I’m discharged from the mental health team I have to really start thinking about these things. I’ve thought about having children for years but never wanted to have a child when I couldn’t give them 110% from me.
I’ve been in a relationship for nearly 4 years which again having BPD and PTSD was a struggle but we’ve made it work. And now we get to really think about our future together - scary!
I used to wake up hating the world, not knowing if I would make it through the day in one piece. Nothing really excited me, I didn’t take pride in myself and I wished I could disappear.
Now I get to wake up and be excited about a new washing machine, new zoflora smells, planning trips with loved ones, smiling my head off on a netball court (most of time), making plans AND keeping them even if I’m anxious, cuddling my niece just because I can, telling people I love them. I try to look after my mental and physical health the best I can.
I suppose what I wanted to get across in this blog was that I can finally look forward to things even though I’m scared and feel pressure. I do want to fulfill my dreams and do the “Adult stuff”.
I feel pretty happy with things at the moment and I know I have time but there is always that social pressure to do certain things at certain times in your life. I’m just going to take each day as it comes, be grateful for my health that I do have, smile as often as I can and keep setting little goals to achieve.
I’ve never felt as happy I do now, like genuinely happy. It’s definitely something I could get used to. I do have down days but they are far and few and not to rock bottom.
I wish I could go back and tell that sad and lonely little girl that life will get better. That all the bad that has happened will make you stronger and kinder than you could ever imagine. To believe in yourself and never give up.
My message for this blog:
Create your own timeline, don’t let others lives dictate where you should be in your life. Don’t let social pressure overrule your goals. And keep believing!
Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.
Albert Camus, A Happy Death
In an extroverted society, the difference between an introvert and an extrovert is that an introvert is often unconsciously deemed guilty until proven innocent.
Criss Jami, Venus in Arms
The distance, like time, just a thing we create.
Megan Miranda, All the Missing Girls