Five years ago today I was moving into the studio apartment on Blackbird Roost and preparing to live by myself for the first time. I miss that apartment.
Two years ago tomorrow Ex-Fiance and I spent the night together for the first time. I just remember that it was Sept. 9th that he first slept over at my apartment--mostly because he was too exhausted to safely drive back to his place. (I don't do well sharing a bed or sleeping in strange places so up until then we hadn't spent the night in the same place).
Weird anniversaries to remember. But I do.
I did OK today. I ate fast food (Five Guys Burgers and Fries right across the street from Hastings is a bad bad bad idea) but I also went shopping for healthy groceries so tomorrow should be better. I had a little bit of a breakdown on the bus. I don't really know where it came from but all I could think was, my life is nothing, and I am nothing, and I'm a loser, and I should just kill myself now. I thought, Ex-Fiance doesn't love me anymore, and he's right for not loving me anymore, and I'm a burden to Jerbs just like I always have been, and there's no way out. I just felt . . . so defeated.
I try very, very hard to stay positive. I really do. But there are days when everything just seems overwhelming and it actually feels hard to breathe--like the weight of all the things I'm dealing with and going through is actually suffocating me. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning it.
But I snapped out of it eventually. I snapped out of it enough that I was able to go work out for a half an hour! Go me!! This is good for two reasons: one, the fact that I recovered from a breakdown to the point that I could go do a physically challenging activity, and two, the fact that I worked out at all.
This week I'm going to call the counselor I want to start seeing and find out about her prices and policies and all that. I can't wait anymore to start this, because it's a crucial step to getting better, and just because I don't have a full time job doesn't mean I should put it off. I have people who are willing to help me so it's time to get on it.
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