New Year's Eve 2013.
But when your heart is heavy and your mind is racing with anxieties, it's hard to take a minute to enjoy much of anything. Especially when you try to focus on your breathing to deter panic attacks that are always one small trigger away. It's pretty scary. And the fear climbs on and clings to your bones like its your koala baby and its life is dependent on its ability to latch onto you. Maybe a parasite metaphor would have been more appropriate...
Here's a inconclusive summary of my mind as of late:
I miss Munich. I do. I wish I could have gotten my Visa. What if that was it? What if I won't find my dream job again? What if I'm supposed to be there, but I am here? What if I could have done something? Where is my life going? Why is everyone else so calm? How are they? There's obviously something wrong with my mind. I'm always a thought away from a full-on panic attack. I am bad at life. I miss him. I can see he wouldn't miss me. Does he? He might. Does it matter? Is this as good as it gets? Was that taste of my dream life just God being cruel? Do I really trust that everything happens for a reason? How can other people be so good at this life thing? I can barely function. I need to exercise more. That would help. I need to change. I need to figure out my life. Everyone else has it figured out. What can I do? I miss them. I want to tell everyone who has been hurting my feelings lately that they have been doing just that. But I can't. It's my own problem. I'm too sensitive. I miss Munich. I wonder what life would be like if I were there now. I have to stop analyzing everything so much. I haven't heard from them in a while, I bet they are mad at me...I need to change.
I think exhausting is too simple a word.
Maybe you feel the same way? Or have you before? How do you get by? And, I'm truly stuck on this notion: Do you believe in fate? Do share your wisdom!
❝ … always rub honey into wounds instead of salt. ❞-- Meggie Royer