Facebook was actually beneficial…

Today is my day off so I’m getting some stuff done. Applying for jobs, cleaning the house, and continuing to downsize to get ready for tiny house living. 

I love when I feel productive on my days off. Depression and anxiety are literally crippling, so to not have it affecting me for once is always nice. I’m trying hard to not let it control my life but damn it’s hard. 

I had a little moment last night where I feel like I understand why my anxiety and depression have gotten so bad over the last year or so. It’s because my life got good. Doesn’t make much sense, right? Wrong. 

Facebook was actually beneficial to me for once in my life. Social media is the devil of the internet. Social media causes us to view the world in a completely different way than we should be. It allows us to be jealous and hateful towards each other and glamorize our shitty little lives. I am 150% addicted to social media and won’t be leaving anytime soon, but I am fully aware that it puts me in a bad mood sometimes.

Once in a while someone will post something worth reading. Humans of New York is a Facebook page by Brandon Stanton. It’s a photo blog that tells the real life stories of people, not only in New York City, but all over the world. Recently Brandon posted a story of a man who has had his fair share of hardships in his life and he is currently struggling with anxiety and panic attacks, even though those hardships have left his life. He said he’s been dealing with them for so long now that he’s not sure how to handle the quiet. 

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

I have NEVER related to something that HONY has posted, or anyone has posted really. I haven’t been able to understand what has been going on in my life. I haven’t been able to figure out why these things were happening when my life has gotten so good over the last year. I have an amazing boyfriend with an amazing family who loves and cares for me like their own. My own family has been through a lot but those problems have been long gone and we are all recovered/recovering. I have a job, I’m paying off my debt, I’m planning and preparing for my future. I can honestly say my life is good. My life is so good, so why am I so not…

The chaos that I’ve dealt with for a good chunk of my life is gone and I have been so occupied with it that now I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t know how to just let my guard down and accept the fact that my life has gotten better, that I’m safe now. No ones going to hurt me anymore, no one is going to try to control my life anymore. I’m no longer fighting every day to defend myself from these demons that I have lived with for so long. 

Now that I feel like I’ve found out why this is all happening, I feel like I can have more control over it. I can acknowledge everything good in my life when I’m feeling down. I can keep the shitty memories at bay and hopefully slowly but surely forget them. I don’t have to let these demons continue tormenting me. They are gone, done with, out of my life for good. I don’t have to let them back in. I can’t. 

It’s a good feeling when I have these little revelations because it gives me some sort of sense of control in my life. It has been an absolute roller coaster ride and I just want to get off this damn thing. I feel like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

I know I will still have my bad days, some way worse than others. I will still feel suicidal, I will still lose motivation to do anything at all. This isn’t going to get better overnight just because I realized what might be going on. It’s going to take a lot of time and a lot of work to get better but I want to get better. I want to be myself again. 

I will be myself again. 

I’m done counting…

It’s been quite some time since I’ve written anything. I’m a fucking mess. 

I can’t escape my own head. I am absolutely my own worst enemy. I don’t want to be anymore. I want to be able to shut my brain off. The only time I can ever do that is when I’m sleeping, and even then my dreams don’t help the situation. I’m exhausted and no one knows why but I do. I’m depressed and my anxiety is controlling my life. 

I feel like I’m officially at the point in depression where I don’t want to do anything. Nothing at all. I don’t want to be alive, I don’t want to exist anymore. Fuck it’s a shitty feeling. To constantly think about how much relief I would get out of being dead is not only terrifying but it’s not fucking normal. No one should ever feel this way and I feel it on a daily basis. I don’t know what to do anymore and if I think of something I’m afraid it’s too late. I have no motivation. I have been forcing myself to do things, normal basic daily tasks and fun hobbies. Forcing myself. That’s not normal. I shouldn’t have to force myself to do daily tasks and especially things that I should be enjoying. 

I felt like I was getting better but the suicidal thoughts never really leave. It’s not necessarily thinking of ways to do it, I never do that. I just think it would be a great thing if I was dead. I just want to be dead. 

My job has been extremely stressful and I know that’s not helping. I think that when/if my job straightens itself out it will help a little but barely make a difference. I’m just going to work, getting shit done, and coming home. Trying not to let it get to me but it does. I get home and all I think about it work. Last night I had to tell myself to stop thinking about work because I was trying to go to sleep and couldn’t get my mind to stop running. I can’t seem to turn off work once I leave the building. It just follows me home. I know my brain is weak and tired right now and things are just really bad there but I’m hoping it gets better. I don’t mind the job and want to keep working there but my mental health is at stake (again).

Something that’s really been getting to me the past couple days is the fact that I ran into the guy who decided it would be a good idea to rape me 5 years ago. 5 fucking years. I haven’t seen this “man” in 5 fucking years and was finally feeling like that night that completely destroyed me wasn’t anymore. And now it is again. 

I forgot what he looked like and now I know again. I close my eyes and I see his face. I try not to think about it but it’s all I can think about. I broke down at work thinking about it. I keep zoning out and not listening to others because I can’t stop thinking about it. That was the worst night of my life and the worst relationship I’ve ever been in and I just had the worst flashback when I saw him. 

I don’t know what to do anymore. 


The past couple days have been fun. 

The weather has been a little warmer so my boyfriend and I went on a (very short) hike with his best friend and dog. The dog was being a little crazy and my boyfriends friend didn’t want to deal with him so we decided to head back early and take a drive. Towards the end of our drive we hit a hunk of sharp metal in the road and it blew the tire. My boyfriends friend and dog got picked up and we waited for the tow truck to arrive. 

The next day it was even nicer. We took my boyfriends niece around the block on her bike then went for a hike again. We found a nice spot to put the hammock up and relaxed for a while. 

It has almost been a year since we started hanging out and our first time hanging out was at this park. I will always love going here. Not only did it give me the most perfect boyfriend I could possibly ask for, he is absolutely the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m so lucky! 💚

Today he woke up with a stye so he called off from work and we’ve just been hanging out. I was having a bit of a rough time this morning. I’m not sure why but at night before bed and when I wake up I’ve been feeling so anxious. I think it’s just a time when my brain starts running. I have literally been thinking of the most irrational and irrelevant things. I’m trying not to let it get to me or cause any unnecessary fights but it makes me feel pretty shitty. I broke down a bit this morning and my boyfriend just held me and talked me through it. We have been getting better at comforting each other even when we need to be comforted. I know he hasn’t been feeling the greatest for a while now and he still puts my feelings first. He’s been trying to just shut things out, keep work out of home sort of, but I think it’s making things worse. I told him he can talk to me about his day even if it’s the same thing everyday. I want him to be able to vent to me or cry on my shoulder. I know how much “bitching” about things can make you feel better. Crying about things makes you feel better. 

Right now we are just hanging out. He is studying for his CDL and I’ve been playing video games. I start my job in less than a week so I’ll have something to do for 8 hours 5 days a week. 🙌🏻 

Things seem to be looking up. 

Day 15/16/17

So…I missed a few days. I believe Day 15 was the 22nd, 16 was the 23rd and 17 was today, Christmas Eve. 

It has overall been an ok week. I have had my off moods but nothing completely disasterous. I had a lot of fun with my birthday and Christmas already so it’s been a pretty good week. 

Whenever I’m occupied it’s good. When I’m not it’s bad. Stay occupied! 

Today my boyfriend and I went to the Miami/Buffalo game. It was my first NFL game ever! It was a lot of fun and the Dolphins won so it was definitely a good day. My boyfriend really enjoyed himself too. I love when I can see him having fun! 

We just had dinner and are probably just going to hang out and clean up for Christmas tomorrow. We have lots of places to go to tomorrow, so hopefully by the end of it all I will have enough energy to write a blog on time. 

I’ll try to keep it one every day but sometimes things get crazy!