The last few days have been a blur. I can't even remember what I did. If I'm not crying, I'm completely numb. When I'm crying I feel alive. When I'm numb I don't feel alive. It's the strangest feeling and that is the only way I can describe it.
Failure is hard. I'm failing in so many areas at the moment, and it hurts. Hurts me to my core, and makes my struggles harder to bare.
I've struggled my whole life with finding friends. Most of the time the loneliness is bearable. At the moment it's not. I think a lot about what it must be like to be invited over to a friends house for gatherings and dinners and birthday parties. What it must be like to just have someone you can call and say "I'm having a bad day can we do lunch". What it must be like to be able send them a text anytime of the day or night cause you need company or advice. I've never had any of those things. I think I'm a nice person. I mean, I am getting burnt all the time because I've been to nice and people have taken advantage of me. It happened yesterday...it doesn't always pay off to be nice to someone you just met you know. I've tried to initiate a lot of friendships too. Invited over people, invited them out. No one is interested. No one responds and if they do its the polite "we have other plans sorry". And all I can think is "they have plans with their friends".
I know that i am overweight and people are judgmental. Just because I don't like eating kale and jogging every morning, doesn't mean we won't have anything in common. Just sayin'.
I know I'm opinionated. But most people are. I've tried really hard to keep my opinions and thoughts to myself for the past year. Purposely too. A real concerted effort, and its made no difference. And now that I have become more open about my infertility it just feels like the world is staring at you because you have a huge mole growing on your face or something. Plus sharing your struggles invites a lot of negative feelings which makes people run even faster away from you.
It's just too hard.
Sometimes it'd be nice to have a friend, and to belong to a group of friends.
Then there's money and work. I was unfairly dismissed almost 11 months ago. Now I got my payout thanks to FWA and everything, but it really hurt my feelings, like really. I know I should have let it go, but I just can't seem to. I was accused of things that were not true, I was called a liar, and I was spoken to unkindly. It feels like that was the beginning of the breaking of my spirit, the beginning of the downward spiral.
I haven't been able to find work since. I haven't been looking super hard because hubby saw it as a good opportunity for me to work on building up my business. But that has been a joke too. Recently I read a blog post of someone who has been able to make a career out of blogging about her family and life. It was about a new goal she had made for herself that she will no longer work for free. I'm happy for her to get to that place, it must be such a relief. But it's something that has stuck with me, that phrase,"I won't work for free". I have spent the past 11 months working for free. And working long hours too, like easily 12-18 hours per day every day. My business has many different aspects and products and services and it has got me nowhere. I made about $5 these past 3 weeks. It's so incredibly depressing failing at contributing. We go without so many things because of me.
We can't afford to go see a fertility specialist, let alone do any treatments or IVF. It's a joke. A sad depressing joke that you have to laugh at so you don't cry (again) kind of joke.
Then as I said, I'm overweight. It's a constant battle of being mad at myself, and hating the way I look and the way I am and the way my mind works. Then some days I am comfortable in my skin and with how I look. Then I am mad at myself for letting myself get away with how I look. It's a never ending cycle. Just like most overweight people I try to lose weight. Oh my gosh I've tried. Weight watchers was good, but I struggled. Then calorie counting was my best effort yet with 4 months of strict diet and losing 14kgs. But my mind won the battle once more over my body. And here I am back to where I started again.
I don't know where I'm going with this post. I just feel like I need to get it off my chest. I think a lot of my emotions are compacting because its Mother's Day weekend, but my hormones are at work this week too. I'm getting tired of being sad. Literally. It wears me out. It's hard to exist in sadness. But its hard to climb out of a negative spiral too when you're failing at some of the key parts of your life.
And I guess complaining about it in this blog post will probably make it all worse.
Wow, it's just awesome to be alive.