Depressed again. It comes and goes as it pleases and I hate it.
I tell myself I am only ruining my own day (my mothers words actually), but sometimes I just get in a rut and I need to be left alone… At least by certain people. Also, I have now learned that when one is loathing one’s living arrangements, it can really weigh on one’s mind. “One” being me.
I so desperately want to move out (of my mothers basement) with my boyfriend. Just the thought of not living at home feels SO GOOD. I want out so bad. Due to unforeseen crappy jobs and [until recently] planning on paying for everything myself kind of put me 10 years behind schedule in the moving-out department. Right now I am on a short term disability which hardly provides enough to pay my bills, never mind cover my therapy appointments. Though this is temporary the lack of jobs in my area combined with my severe anxiety towards leaving the house for 6-12 hours a day does not help the situation. I have no idea what the hell I am going to do when I am off disability.
I love people that tell me I need to move – Ya, because I don’t know that. You need money to move and I have no money. I have tried many little projects to generate money on the side; eBay, Etsy, YouTube, Storenvy; after 3 years none are worth my time. I either have what nobody wants or I am just making and selling what everyone else is. It is very discouraging. I would love to work from home somehow, in some way. I would work SO MUCH if I could do it from the comfort of my own home. I have tried a few online jobs too- Swagbacks, Megatypers, Surveys … again NONE are worth my time, or yours for that matter. I’m NEVER eligible to take a damn survey, oh the frustration.
I still love Youtube thought lately my viewing and interest has been dwindling. I don’t know if this is something to do with therapy or perhaps my extreme disappointment in myself regarding my own Youtube channel. I want(ed) to film regularly, if not daily. I want(ed) to talk about therapy and anxiety and all the lovely things that go along with that. I want(ed) to create [more] outfit videos and get back into one of my first loves – fashion. But then part of me doesn’t care. I hate that part of me doesn’t care. Who am I if I don’t love these things anymore?
Then again… back to moving out – I feel like I would feel more inclined to do these aforementioned things if I was not here (sitting in my mothers basement, fracking FREEZING from the a/c). I stay down here because well, there is no room for me anywhere else in the house and I feel comfortable here, its my comfy cave, but at the same time I hate it. I am grateful- don’t get me wrong- but just because I am grateful [to my mom for putting up with me and my mental instability] does not mean I am happy. It could be worse but it could also be better. I am trying to seek out the positivity in life and ignore the negative. That is very hard here. Good test I must say, but hard.
I actually worry that I might die before I get to move out and live independently. Who knows what could happen between now and whenever the hell we manage to get outta here. I’m 32, another 5 years and I’ll be 37, if I am still here at 37 I really don’t know what I will do with myself. I didn’t even want to start working again while living here (unless online/from home). We live SO FAR from everything. Just driving to a town where there might be work will take over half an hour AT LEAST. I hate it. I am stating to see how condo living in a town or city can be appealing. I want to be able to walk places for crying out loud. The only place I can walk here is to the end of the driveway to the mailbox which at times CAN be exciting not gonna lie, but only when I am expecting something and thats never these days.
Sometimes I wonder if its just me. Maybe I was just born this way. I was born in February of 1984, 3 months earlier then I was due. I spent the first weeks of my life in an incubator and I feel lucky to have not only survived but to have been blessed with no physical or mental damage. Then I got Kawasaki Disease when I was 2. Very rare, can be deadly but thanks to Sick Children’s Hospital in Toronto I lived. Again, without physical or mental damage. I cheated death at least twice now and sometimes it makes me wonder. Maybe I am having a hard time finding my place in the world because I wasn’t suppose to be here.
I plan to stay and see what happens. I like to hope I am here for a reason.