A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Artist: Hozier Song: Wasteland, Baby! [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] I feel like television static. I don't even understand how time is passing. It just is. It just does. I'm finding it to be so difficult to connect to or talk to anyone. I'm trying, I think. But every time I try to talk to someone, I walk away from the conversation feeling worse than when I entered it. Either I feel annoying, like a downer, or I feel bad because there's this brick wall between me and the other person. In a conversation with more than one other person, I disappear completely. I might as well be a piece of furniture. There's such immense pressure for me to act normal all the time. Kira is very much a "don't dwell" person, and I respect that about her. She makes the best of every situation, but that means she's also not okay with the people around her dwelling. Most of our conversations right now are like... "It's two in the afternoon, you're going to sleep? Did you just wake up? You're always tired. The pandemic sucks, but it is what it is. Just do one of your hobbies. Don't ruin the evening by being moody. Are you okay? There's no point in talking about this. There's no point in thinking about that." She's very action-oriented. So the way she sees it is like, "Oh, Charlie's sleeping all the time and struggling. Hey, come have a couple drinks with me. Let's watch a movie. I'll make dinner." And while I totally get it and appreciate it, it puts a lot of pressure on me. Because then it's like, okay, fuckface, get up. Eat something. Enjoy something. Don't talk about anything bad or negative. Act okay. I feel so guilty for being in my current state when there are so many people who have lost their jobs or lost friends and family to the virus. A lot of people are stuck alone when they don't want to be. I fully believe that everyone is suffering to some degree. But... I haven't thought about the pandemic in a while. I mean, other than the cabin fever from being inside. But people keep telling me that everyone is having a difficulty time with the pandemic and I'm like, shit. Because this is independent of the pandemic. The virus could disappear tomorrow and I'm still going to be this way. I'm stuck with myself forever. Everyone copes with things differently. A lot of people cope by distracting themselves with something else and calling it a day, and I try to do the same. But the problem is that things build up and they get too big to quietly carry. And to be quite frank, quietly carrying things is exactly what got me to where I am now. I'm at the point now where when someone tries to distract me, I feel like they're trying to silence me without telling me to be silent. They're disengaging from what I'm saying, knowing that I'll quietly slip back into myself. That isn't what I want though. I don't want to be dismissed anymore. I don't want to be alone in my head. It's a scary place to be. When I'm quickly brushed off, or someone changes the subject without acknowledging what I'm saying, it makes me dissociate more. It very much makes me feel like I'm not "real" like I don't exist. It makes me wonder if I died in an overdose 5 years ago and I'm just haunting my own life. I say all of this with full knowledge that I'm a lot just generally speaking, in every way. You can't bring people a pile of broken pieces of yourself and be like, "Okay, assemble this. Make this make sense." But it's the only thing I can do because, despite everything, I still don't understand what's happening to me. Regardless of any diagnoses I've gotten, on a daily basis, I don't understand what's happening when I'm having a mental health episode. Why doesn't anything feel real? Why don't I feel real? How can hours or days pass without you knowing it? Why is there this constant opaque film between me and everyone else? I just want to make it make sense. Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking Though quaking, though crazy That's just wasteland, baby |