I haven’t written on here in over a year. A lot has changed.
2017 was a year of discovery, hope, breaking out, finding myself and new experiences.
2018 has been a year of depressions, difficulties, reality checks and avoidance. Also a few good bits.
I lost the house that I had so badly needed. My finances have been in tatters. I have withdrawn from social situations.
I discovered that I am not as strong as I thought.
Currently, I am low and struggling. I have made the decision to once again leave the boat and get a house. It is not going to be easy, my finances are going to be tight, but i know it is the right decision.
The relationship was too hurtful, and after 11 years I could see no way of undoing all that had been done. But I didn’t know the half of it. I assumed as I had put up with this over the course of the 11 years, that I could handle it. I have discovered that it has actually left me a very broken person in many ways.
I am more fucked up than I thought.
This is impacting those around me, and more importantly driving me insane.
I have sought help , which will begin in the New Year. In the meantime I want to purge.
Purge my possessions.
Purge my emotions.
Purge my past.
Purge my brain.
I want to scream and throw things and cry and paint and empty my brain.
Maybe I need to acknowledge my past. Acknowledge the hurt and the damage. And realise that it does not reflect me. It is not me. It is part of my past. I am a different entity to my pain.
I feel that I need to pour it out. Verbally, write it, scream until the pain is at the surface. I have pushed it down for too long and now it has become my foundation.
Now I feel at risk of ruining something that has the potential to be awesome. My inability to get out of my head and be present with the situation is making things awkward. The onus is not completely on me, there are other parties who are complicit, but their deal is their deal. They can choose to get out of their own heads too, that is not down to me. But I can help by doing my part for my brain.
I want to regain what I used to be. I used to have life sparkling in my eyes, everything was mischief and nothing in the world was too serious. I have been through so much throughout my childhood and teenage years, and yet I never let it rob me of who I was. But now I feel like a shadow. A spectre wearing her face, her clothes, whispering through her life.
It is my life. And I want it back.