Saturday, 29 September 2018

Am I crashing again?

I think I'm slipping into that "everything sucks and it's never getting better and also it's probably all my fault and if I just got my act together evrythever would be good" mood.

I think maybe this whole "jobless and homeless" thing is getting to me.

It's been about a month since I moved all my things back to my mum's place and so far I've managed to have my base at the same place for all of that time. Except I spend maybe two or three nights a week there. The rest of my time is split between the two people I'm dating. Which is probably adding a bit of stress.

I think I need three things right now:
1. A job.
2. A proper place of my own.
3. This whole polyam thing figured out.

I need to figure out exactly where I stand with both partners and exactly what they want and what I want etc.

One person is a long term partner, we lived together for a couple of years. Technically we broke up, but it didn't take. We are not using labels right now, but I think I might maybe need them soon.

The other person is still new and shiny. It's been less than two months which means I can't belove it's real yet. He assures me he's not the type of person to fall out of love easily. I'd like to call him my boyfriend. I'd love to introduce him to my family. I'm just not at the point where I can trust that it's not going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight.

And I need to figure out how to balance it and keep everyone involved reasonably happy (me included). Long term partner is too used to having me (mostly) to himself. He needs to figure out how to handle not having that. New and shiny needs to stick around long enough for me to believe it's real without crowding me.

Long term partner is the one who's not comfortable with labels. New and shiny wants to be able to call me his girlfriend. I haven't figured out how to balance that.

I think I might be falling into a hopeless black hole on the job front. It's been slow and demoralising. "Thank you for your application, we've decided to move ahead with other candidates." I'm starting to feel like I'll never find a job. Like I'll never be out of this limbo. Like I'll never get any type of stability in my life.

On the housing front I can't even really start looking until I have a job lined up. I'm slowly losing my mind over this. I've seen a few people looking for flat mates and I've so far mostly had a visceral "nope, nope, nope" reaction. Even when it's been within my budget and most of it has looked good.

I want the next time I move all my things to be a bit more permanent. I want the next time I move all my stuff it'll be to a place that's really mine, where I can stay until I chose to leave. Where I can't get kicked out. I've never had a place like that before. It's been renting a room or student housing. Either of which I can get kicked out from with three months notice.

I don't want another place like that. I want something that is really mine. Where I can put down some roots and be happy staying at for a few years. Maybe even something where I can see myself staying for a longer time than that. Where I'd have the place for a family or a guest room.

But for now I'm bouncing around peoples' sofas and trying to stay afloat.

Wish me luck?

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Crushed crush

Sarurday saw us up all night cuddling and talking. Taking about everything and nothing. Talking about pasts and futures. Talking about "I've never told anyone this before" things.

The following day and a half saw a non-stop conversation on various social media platforms. Silly stickers, heart eye emojis, lots of flirting.

Monday saw us at my place, staying up way too late continuing where we left off Saturday. Hopes and dreams. Pasts, presents and futures. Back scratches and cuddles. A tiny kiss or two. Mutual crushes confirmed.

Tuesday morning. You looked adorable all newly woken up. I was too grumpy about having to get out of bed to properly appreciate the cuddles you offered.

Tuesday saw a questioned asked and answered. Now I have to let go of these butterflies. I have to let go of the tiny sliver if hope I allowed myself to feel. I have to let go of the thought of future nights staying up till the sun rises just being close to each other.

I have to let go.

It hurts.

I knew it would.

I just didn't expect it to affect me this much. 

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Hope?

I don't know what my life holds in store. I have no idea. But yesterday I felt hope. Hope that it could be good things. A tiny sliver of hope. Hope for a future.

And now I'm scared. I'm scared all I'll ever have is hope for a better tomorrow. I'm scared that hope will flicker and die. I'm scared it already has gone out. I'm scared yesterday was the last bit of hope exploding from the dying star of my future.

I'm scared.

I'm scared I won't survive this bout of hopelessness. I'm scared my brain weasels will kill me. I'm scared that I can't withstand this tidal wave of numbness and sadness and emptiness.

And yet, I'm not ready to give up. I'm holding on to this memory of hope. I'm clinging to the tiniest chance that things do get better.

I want my future. I want ti to be happy. I want it to be bright. Hopeful. Joyous. I want a good future that is mine.

I want my degree. I want a life partner. I want a million new beginnings. I want to flirt with boys. I want to kiss girls. I want to kiss and flirt with people who don't fit into our narrow binary idea of gender. I want kids. I want a big family with aunts, cousins and great grandparents.

I want hope and joy and laughter and love.

I want to live.

Monday, 10 July 2017

I don't want to give up!

I'm scared. Terrified.

Right now I can't see a path from Where I'm At to Where I Want to Be. I'm scared I'll lose all hope and give up on life. I'm scared I won't make it through this rough patch. I'm scared of losing all my friends and support.

I don't want to die, I just don't quite want to live either.

I want a real life, with a family of my own, with kids, with a real job, with lots of friends. I want to have kids and see them grow up. I want to get married. I want to meet someone who makes my life light up.

I don't want to be this heartbroken, slightly suicidal mess who's feeling alienated from all her friends. 

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Spiralling

Sometimes I feel like my life is spiralling out of control.

I saw a shrink yesterday. Her theory is bipolar type 2. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Either way, she's sending me on to a psychiatrist for further evaluation. Wish me luck!

Friday, 30 September 2016

Torn

I love my boyfriend.

Some parts of the relationship aren't working. Those will turn into deal breakers with enough time unless something changes. Hardly anything has changed in the past three years.

I don't know what I want.

Or am I just afraid to admit it to myself?

Stress Levels Gone Down

I've been a bit stressed out lately. I have a final next week that I don't even know how to study for and I'm supposed to be starting my thesis in five weeks. I still don't have an advisor.

But now I have a back-up plan. So everything feels much better!

Back-up plan:
Thesis start in January
Take a class from my other university next quarter.

Graduate three months late.