I know it’s been a long time. It’s always been a long time.
As usual there is a lot to update on.
But I don’t feel like it.
Not today.
Normally I try to make this blog encouraging, educational and humorous, but sometimes I just need to be real about my mental state and honestly I’m not in a good place right now.
Someone once told me “Depression is living in the past, Anxiety is living in the future and the only place you’ll find happiness is being in the present moment.” Super sound advice and when I’m in a better place I can apply it, but not right now. Right now I am very, very, VERY stuck in the past and I can’t bring my head back to exist with me in October 2019.
Right now I’m stuck in October 2010, when I broke up with my first boyfriend. I can’t say I’m regretting that move in a logical sense. My future would have been incredibly limited and much harder if I had stayed with him. I’ve had such exponential wonderful experiences and happiness following that painful decision. But I’m stuck, and I can only think of how much I miss this memory of a person, because the reality is this ex-boyfriend is a stranger to me now, almost 10 years later, and probably doesn’t care to ever hear from me again.
(His face is blocked for his own privacy, not because I don’t like him. Anyone who’s known me for longer than 10 years knows exactly who this is. I have fond memories of this day.. it was a fun photo shoot for a 17 year old)
Breakups are one of those things that always seem somewhat one sided. But that’s not the case. Having been the person who ended every relationship I was in, I never ended them for emotional reasons, and every single one was incredibly painful. All the guys I dated were wonderful, good, sweet guys. No matter how much I loved them, it was always a logical decision of realizing that I was empty and suffocating emotionally and I needed out. It was never an equal match intellectually, emotionally or spiritually. If love was all you needed, like The Beatles seem to think, then I would still be in the same relationship I got into when I was 17 and life would be just peachy.
But since I’m the one that tapped out, I have to take the blame for being the heartbreaker, the one that suffered less, the dream ruiner.
But that’s not how it works. I never wanted to hurt any of these people. I would have given my almost anything to take the pain away from them, because it’s almost unbearable for someone like me, an empath, to see someone suffer. It’s even worse when you realize that you’re the one who caused it. However, It’s not right or fair choke your soul for the sake of love. It’s also not right to continue to take the blame for these heartbreaks if people have been unable to move on.
(Drawing I made shortly after I broke up with my first boyfriend in 2010)
Part of depression is getting fixated on points in your life that are painful. And reliving them over and over and over again. Which obviously makes the depression worse.
My husband, Daniel, has been a friggin saint this last week. Even though I’ve been crying over my ex, sobbing about how much I miss this memory of a relationship, he has been incredibly understanding. He’s been giving me a lot of hugs and explaining “It’s like you’re going through the break up again and that’s ok. We’ll watch corny movies and eat ice cream and chocolate and whatever else other girls do to get over an ex.”
He understands that this is part of my depression, and he committed 7 and a half years ago to ride through it all with me. This is why he is my forever human and nobody else. He knows I feel uncomfortable talking about this recent fixation with anyone else, because I am well aware it’s ridiculous. He’s stepped up to being a best friend and emotional bodyguard. He’s not angry with me for getting stuck like this, he just knows it’s part of the deal sometimes.
Last night he cooked me chicken and homemade mashed potatoes for dinner with caramel chocolate ice cream for dessert. He made enough to have leftovers because he knows when I’m depressed I have a hard time feeding myself. He let me continually keep asking “Is somebody dying?” every 30 seconds while I was listening to the audio of IT CHAPTER 2 and didn’t get frustrated about me interrupting his movie. He’s been texting me silly pictures and messages all day and checking up on me, but not to an obnoxious degree. He helped me come up with a crisis plan in case I find the knives he hid to protect me. More than anything he’s just there and doing everything I need the most right now.
I know not everyone has a “Daniel” to look after them when they get into a rough place, but no matter how alone you feel, a “Daniel” is out there for you too. It may be your mom, best friend or therapist. But a support network is everything. If you’re stuck and have nobody, reach out to your NAMI or other mental health alliance organization to get you connected to a support group. It may feel stupid or pointless but it really can be a life saver.