I am sad. Again. The kind of sad that keeps me in bed all day, sometimes sleeping, sometimes crying. The kind of sad that prevents me from eating or bathing because I just don’t care.
I had a pretty good weekend and Monday wasn’t that bad either. I filmed for my channel iCarlaVlogs and even re-edited some old vlogs to put up because I felt they were actually really good and I did want to share them.
As far as I know I have a microblading appointment tomorrow morning that I WAS over-the-moon about. Now I am worried that I screwed up the date or something (I have already send a confirmation text to my eyebrow professional). I am also worried that I won’t have the $300 to pay for it. I had some money saved but for some (STUPID) reason I thought I would be paying $200. It’s funny to me how this all seemed so “do-able” yesterday, last week, even 2 months ago and NOW I am feeling like the walls are closing in. The walls of disappointment are closing in on me and I wonder why I ever thought I could or should try to improve my appearance and ultimately, my self esteem.
Am I just a boob for wanting to try to make myself feel better ? And for thinking about YouTube again? It always comes back to YouTube. I thought I could improve my self esteem whilst also saving for and acquiring some better tools – lights, that DLSR I have wanted for 2 years now, that cool background I can’t stop thinking about. I want to make videos and I LOVE making videos but that little yet loud voice of negativity stops me in my tracks every time.
I don’t even know why I listen to that little voice. It’s not like it has been all that helpful. I started making videos for a reason. I wanted to be able to see my journey and I also wanted to start documenting more of my life so that I can look back at it in the years to come. Show my [future] kids who I was before them, remind myself of the bittersweet journey through therapy and life, what did we look like? What were we doing? I also wanted to potentially reach out to anyone who may be dealing with the same thing(s) or even similar thing(s) that I am, let’s form a positive metal health community. Let’s talk about it and share our experiences.
PHEW. My eyebrow professional JUST text me back. I do indeed have an appointment tomorrow, I did not miss anything. WHAT A RELIEF. Now I just have to locate the rest of the funds I need. Ok. Ya. That makes me feel a little better. I was beginning to picture myself not going anywhere tomorrow and having to stare at my terrible brows for who the hec knows how long. Perhaps it’s because it seems too good to be true. Maybe that is what my WHOLE problem is.
I am not really used to things working out well in life. I kinda taught myself that whole disappoint-from-the-start (s0 you are never surprised when you are inevitably disappointed) sometime around 7th grade. I can surmise that it came from many years of disappointments. As a kid (and even into adulthood) I was not allowed to partake in any after school activities or clubs. I was yelled at a lot especially if I tried to express my feelings, I feel like I was always in trouble for something even though looking back I really didn’t do anything wrong. My mom just was not a happy camper back then, she had good reason but it still doesn’t excuse her lack of emotional presence and overall encouragement. I spent half my weekends here, in Tiny Town, Canada but I spent the other half with my Dad, wherever he would be. Newmarket, Toronto, Sharon, Woodbridge, I have stayed in all of these towns for various lengths of time. This was my escape. My escape into a more positive world where it seemed anything was possible.
My Dad and my grandparents supported my creativity and always encouraged me to be myself. They never made me feel bad about being me. When I would return home to Tiny Town (p.s. this is my made up name for my “town”), I always felt like I was leaving something behind. In a sense I guess I was. I was leaving my true self behind. My true self was safe with them. Back in Tiny Town I would put my shield up and hide inside myself. Things I wanted to do or create, places I wanted to go, all seemed so unattainable sitting in my bedroom in our old farmhouse. I suppose one day I just gave up. Before becoming a teenager I gave up. So sick of getting excited for something only to be crippled with disappointment. It happened ALL THE TIME. So I said f*ck it. I got you beat. I will just stop expecting anything therefore I can stop feeling so shitty when nothing happens.
It took some time to get used to but by high school I was getting used to living in the land of don’t-expect-anything [positive]. By college I got so depressed thinking “what’s the point” that I dropped out of my Art & Design program a year and a half in. This became on ongoing pattern for me. I would start something and inevitably it would cave because I would become so wrapped up in feeling like nothing-good-can-come-of-this. It seemed anytime something positive would happen, Captain Negative was there to smash it. That is what my mom turned into- Captain Negative. I realize now it was a protective measure meant to inform and warn us but I got too stuck in the negative zone which mixed oh-so-well with not expecting much.
This problem has followed me into adulthood and ultimately prevent me from doing things-such as uploading videos or feeling that I deserve to fix my eyebrows (just quick examples). And man am I sick of it. I hate feeling this way.
I want to live. I want to create. I want to be me and not feel bad about it.
I need to be my own escape now. My Dad is gone and my Grandma lives too far away to visit regularly. I am an adult now. I am no longer a child or a teenager. I can and need to learn to support myself in a more positive way. If something doesn’t work out SO WHAT?! It’s not the end of the world. But it is a sad world, to live waiting to be disappointed.