21/12/2020
This was one of the most raw and hardest Reflections I ever wrote. It was a year ago this weekend. When I wrote this I did it with tears in my eyes. I just reread it and tears were there again. I am not In the same place but a similar very one. So this message is still strong especially in 2020.
Am I ok
Originally Posted 12/18/2019
Wednesday Reflection…
First of all, I want to apologize. I have been inconsistent with writing these lately. To be honest there has been a lot going on. There has been a lot on my mind. Thoughts trapped with no way out. Thoughts that consume me, so that I am wrapped in a blanket on my couch trying to find the motivation to get up, trying to find the motivation to do simple tasks like clean or even do the laundry. A lot of people have been asking me the same question and that is what this Wednesday Reflection is about. This weeks topic is “Am I ok?”. Now I want to warn you first and foremost this Reflection will be different. I do not have a centralized topic. I do not know if this Reflection has a defined vision. What I will tell you is this will be me. This will be me getting these thoughts out and trying to help with the negative thoughts and self-doubt I have been experiencing. I want to say explicitly that this Reflection has nothing to do with a single person or event. This Reflection is more of a straw and camel type of situation.
Am I ok? The answer is NO. I am not ok. I am not even close to ok. I do not know if I know what “ok” looks like. Currently, I am staring at my life through this looking glass that I seem to be on the other side of. I’m feeling like Alice at times where up is down, left is right, all the time wondering if the “eat me” and “drink me” labels I am metaphorically seeing will help me get back to the other side, will help me get back to me, get me back to the person that trusts his own judgement or opinions… get me back to the person that is motivated to get up and seize the day. Will this writing help? Will this free me from the captivity of negativity I have currently decided to take up residence in? The self-doubt I am currently experiencing is at a level that I do not know if I have experienced before. Anyone that has had these feelings before and made your way through it, I commend you. I admire you. I am currently striving to be like you. You are my model, my blueprint, my roadmap to the other side of this. Know that I am taking notes and trying to copy your success pattern.
So am I ok? NO. The Holidays FU***NG suck. I am in a town, a state, where I have no family here. I am in a mental state where that fact is crippling me. The mother that raised me passed away in 2008. Since that day the holidays have been horrible for me. Compound that with the deaths around this time from the 5 year anniversary of CMFD right after Thanksgiving, to the Birthday this past week of my late sister Michelle who left us too soon, to the fact I do not have the financial ability to go home for the holidays to see the family I have, to the fact I have to wake up early Christmas morning and drive Logan to his mother. I’ll just say it bluntly CHRISTMAS is going to suck. So once again the Holidays FU***NG suck. The happiest time of the year. Happy my hindquarters. I know I am not the only one out there who suffers with this. I know others have it worse. I have been told that recently by people. “Your life isn’t that bad. Other people have problems too. Everyone is going through stuff”. I know lines like that are supposed to make me feel better. I know those people are trying to be friends. Though lets be honest here. Saying I shouldn’t be sad because someone has it worse is like saying I shouldn’t be happy because someone has it better. That makes no sense to me.
So am I ok? Still NO. So some of you may know, some of you may not - so I will say it again for context. The Monday before Thanksgiving I lost my job. So at this moment in time I am without income, without stability, without a means to provide. What people do not know though, is before I started my last job I was hacked. I was cleaned out. All my savings, everything I had saved was taken. There was no way to get it back. I was devastated. I was crushed. I was metaphorically stripped down naked. For you gamers: I lost all my XP and started at the tutorial. Then I had two job offers arise. One was to be the Director of a non profit up in my home town in Oregon, the other was to take a job down here working for a law firm. I ultimately chose the job down here, because at this moment in my life I figured that would be the position I could have put the most good back into the world. I thrived at this position. I was good at this company. I have definitely found the field I want to be in. That though is no longer an option. I am looking for work. I am trying other avenues. Though lets be honest the jobs that pay what I am worth are not going to hire until after the first of the year because they do not want red on the books in Q4. So I am optimistic for 2020. Though that brings me stress. I have no savings and credit cards are almost maxed. I still have to worry about Rent, Bills, for Christ sake I haven’t even bought my son Christmas gifts yet - not a one. We are, what 7 days away, since I will only have him for Christmas Eve. This weighs hard on me. This crushes me. This makes me doubt whether I am the best choice for my son. His best chance to succeed and do great. The thought of not being enough for him devastates me.
So am I ok? Hell No. My son’s mother and I split up March of this year. I thought it was one of the strongest days of my life. The fact after 7 years of being told I wasn’t good enough. To be made to feel what I provided and scrapped for wasn’t enough. I left that. I got the courage, the strength, the balls to say “enough is enough” and finally stand up for myself. Those thoughts of self-doubt and worthlessness still haunt me at times. They are still there, still in the back of my mind, like a drunk little companion constantly putting me down and making me question my every move and judgement. There is nothing worse in your life, in my opinion, than self-doubt. To constantly question, “was that the right move?” or “was that ok?”, to constantly seek validation from external sources. For that reason, I know that I project. I know that I seek gratification and acceptance from others, whether it be partners, friendships or work. I am not going to lie. I need attaboys. I need ‘you did a good job’. I need to know that my efforts and who I am, to be told ‘you are doing great’. How sad is that though? A “man” looking 16 days away from turning 37 needs to be told “you did good”. That itself hurts, to seek this constant need for approval. Then the moment I do not get it, I feel hurt and sad. The moment I lost my job I became so clingy to anyone or anything to a point that I pushed people away; for that you have no idea how sorry I am. Being so needy, how pathetic is that?
So am I ok? F**k no. Do any of you know what it is like to see every flaw you have? To be able to point them out, see them, know what it takes to fix them, but not have the ability and or the strength to do it? Knowing what will make it better but yet be too weak of will, or character, to do the simple steps. I am sure some of you do know. I have always been a person to help, to lend a hand, to be the first to volunteer to step up. Let’s be honest though. The reason I am this way is simple. Validation. I need to do good to feel like I matter. On a side note: I recently offered to help a friend - a true friend, someone who has been there for me without question, without a second thought, without hesitation. In the end, I let him down. For that I am sorry. I do not think he truly understands how much letting him down crushes me. Situations like this one, and other situations, make me question my own judgement… makes me reevaluate other decisions in my life. If I can be so wrong about some things, how do I know whether or not I am so wrong about others? If I am questioning my own judgment, how do I know that any decision made in the past week, month, year - no matter how confident I was - was not made with flawed logic? Like I have stated, self-doubt is the biggest enemy that most of us have. At least I know it is the biggest enemy I have. What have I missed out on? What have I destroyed? What was I so confident about before, that I am not so sure about now?
So am I ok? No, Nope, Negative. Will I be ok though? I hope so. I hope this is a fleeting feeling. I hope these are fleeting doubts. I know my issues, whether they be abandonment issues from my birth mother, whether it be me not being confident in who I choose for partners. (After reflecting on 20 years of dating, I now realized I have a type by the way.) Whether it be my constant questioning if I am making the right decision, for my son, in my friends, who I choose to bring into my life. Whether these feelings just derive from loneliness stemming from being without my family. Whether it just be from sorrow with all the death and loss I am feeling this time of year. I hope I will be ok …I am sure I will eventually be ok. But I cannot ignore this pain. I have to feel it. I have to come to terms with it. I need to stop running from it. I need to embrace it and learn from it. If I do not, I am bound to repeat it and feel this pain like a “Groundhogs day” loop over and over again every year or when things do not go right. No one can live like this. It is crushing. It is hurt. It is pain. Like I previously stated, I know that I am not the only one going through this. I am not arrogant enough to think my pain is greater than others. I just felt the need to let you know. To let someone know. To let all know.
I am not ok! Nowhere close to it. Am I hopeful? Yes. I want to state, I did not write this for pity, sympathy or attention. I wrote this because I am struggling. I am having a hard time seeing my worth and value. With that being said, I am not the only one, especially this time of year. Check on your friends, your single parent friends the most. It is hard we are filled with self-doubt and uncertainty. Some of us are unsure if it really matters, if we are good enough; if we are providing the best life for our children. We all fall on hard times. It takes a village. Not just to help raise the children but also to support the parents, to make them feel like they are enough. I wrote this because maybe someone out there needs to hear it also. I wrote this to let others know they are not alone. I wrote this, because I needed to. These thoughts of doubt are still crippling me. These thoughts I am still fighting against. I question my judgement. I question my ability to judge. I have to reflect on that and make decisions moving forward. Like I said I did not write this for any one person or situation. The straws got too heavy and the camel’s back was going to break. Hopefully this will alleviate some of the strain. I do not know - only time will tell.
Thank you for taking the time and reading this. In summation I want to say, it is ok; to not be ok. It is ok to hurt, to cry, to be sad. It is NOT ok to suffer in silence. Reach out to someone. I was at a point a few days ago I was returning peoples possessions that had been left at my house, even gifts left for me. Ornaments on my tree that I cherished. I did not feel I was worthy of stuff. I did not feel that I deserved stuff. I felt no worth. I am not saying it gets better overnight. I am saying it takes time. I am saying you are not alone. I am saying even though I do not feel like it now and maybe you don’t also, there is someone out there who cares. Find that person, those people, that can show you they care. Show you with out fear, doubt and hesitation. Hold onto them. They are the ones who truly matter. YOU truly matter. So once again I AM NOT OK. That is ok. I am striving to be ok, you will be ok. It may not seem like it now, but WE will be ok. I will make this post public so anyone can read or share. I also will take all comments or questions. Merry Christmas in case I do not write next week. If you want to make sure I keep writing, please hold me accountable. Sometimes we all need accountability.