It is officially my last full day here. By this time tomorrow [the rest of] the move will surely be underway. I am both excited and nervous for this new chapter of my life. A month ago I did not know that I would be leaving yet here I am.
Most of my clothes are packed away. Upon packing said clothes I realized I hate most of them and wish to slowly start upgrading my wardrobe. Not all, just some. Too many items remind me of the person I was and of certain feelings I may have had when I wore this item or that one. For example, I have a long sleeved knit white tunic from Walmart that I have owned and worn for over 10 years now. It used to be my go-to “going out” or “date” sweater. It now looks more beige then white and whenever I wear it I can’t help but remember that time I had an anxiety attack whilst en route to the Mandarin. Got there only to NOT EAT ANYTHING. I just silently panicked at the table while insisting the party I was with “please enjoy themselves”.
I have a Barbie sweatshirt that is baby pink and I love it but every time I touch it I recall how I ordered it right before going to Cuba in 2013. A trip that I recall as a shit ton of panicking, throwing up and just wanting to go home. In trying to move on with life and continue to improve myself I feel as though I don’t want these cloth reminders of memories. As of this moment these items are packed away but as I unpack I plan on donating a lot.
I am feeling better about this whole thing [this morning] then I thought that I would. I have only had to take 1 ativan so far this week and I will allow myself 1 for tonite and possibly 1 for tomorrow because I just know now that I will not be sleeping and good grief I cannot let anxiety get in my way. It has gotten in the way of my life enough already and has led to me where I am at this current moment. I’m not in a bad situation per se but I am not where I wanted to be.
I am not working and I am on social assistance. Something I was advised to do by both my Doctor and my Therapist a few years back. At this point in time I am trying to focus on completing EMDR and healing myself without the extra stress of working or trying to work. Also after 10+ years of shitty jobs, shitty hours, shitty pay, working multiple jobs and still not getting ahead, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I have worked so many places my resume should be a novella.
I have no idea what the future holds for me, and us but I can only hope and pray that is is a good one. I have had enough bad things happen in my life, it is time for some good stuff. I know that this move is a step in the right direction and I am so looking forward to being the person that I am supposed to be. It has been a long time since I started a new chapter, perhaps a little too long.
So, here we are, last day of this chapter, last day in this room, last day in this house. It’s bittersweet. Part of me can’t wait to shut the door tomorrow afternoon and the other part of me wants to hold on for dear life… then there’s another part screaming “just defrost your fridge already!!!”.
DEEP BREATH.
… The fridge is waiting. Along with your new life.
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