February 19, 2013
Last night as I was driving, I had the feeling that I was on the edge, poised to fall off into depression again. I was tired and fearful. My mind was racing forwards and I was imagining all sorts of evils related to my jobless situation. It was a horrible feeling. That the precipice on which I stand was about to crumble. I felt quite powerless and afraid. I don’t ever want to go back to how I felt in the fall, winter, and into January of this year. So many years of my life have been lost to illness of some kind. I would like to think I have left anorexia behind me, but the thoughts and the images still haunt me. Perfection is a goal I have not given up yet, either, although it is ludicrous to think that I could ever achieve it. Me…absolutely imperfect in every way. So hopelessly inept that it is laughable that I would conceive the idea that I could even flirt with perfection in the first place. But there. These are negative thoughts. I must be ever vigilant of these destructive tendencies that I have towards negativity.
Perhaps I am feeling like I am in a funk because I went backwards for a bit. The days since I last wrote in this journal have not been easy. The weather has been grey and cold of late. That also makes it harder for me to function. I see the greyness and I want to stay in bed. I had a dreadful “sleep day” on holiday Sunday. I slept the day and the night away, missing it altogether. Shades of my recent past. Today I woke up late, and I have just now got up from an hours lie down on the couch – not actually a nap because my thoughts were racing as I lay inert, but a rest period just the same. I guess this behaviour makes sense because I am coming off of the buzz of having five sleepless nights in a row. I hope that is why I feel exhausted, and not because I am heading into another depression. I would like to get my sleep, and/or lack thereof, under control. Either night after night I lay awake, unhelpful thoughts bombarding me, or I succumb to a slumber so deep that I don’t gain consciousness for an entire evening and a day. And sometimes even longer. It is this up and down existence that is hard to manage. Let’s face it. Right now, ALL aspects of my life are hard to manage. The sleep issue just ascorbates the situation.
I have yet to finish my resume, and vacuum and wash the floors. I’m not following my laid out plan very well, despite the fact I have clearly allocated tasks and chores to do on each given day of the week. Why do I seem unable to adhere to a schedule of my own design? The Program showed me that I need structure in my life in order to function…period. And yet I resist this fact with every fibre of my being. Why is living each day in a motivated way so seemingly difficult for me? I know I can do it. I’ve done it before. I’ve lived in three different countries on two different continents, and I managed on my own, for the most part, successfully. Perhaps I am still in the shadows of the overhang of my depression. What a wretched place to be. But again, I am drowning in the negativity of my thoughts. I HAVE been making progress. I absolutely cling to that belief. I guess some slips are to be expected. Just as long as it doesn’t become a long slide down that slippery slope into the abyss of my profound sadness. How I abhor that slippery slope that I know so well.
I have to go somewhere and phone to get my telephone turned back on again. That was bad of me not to pay my bill. No. I just made a mistake by not paying attention to the due date on my statement. I am not bad. Next time I need to be more aware of time and the timing of my bills as they come in to avoid having this happen again. I am totally embarrassed that this has occurred. What will the person on the other end of the line think of me? What will I say to try and explain myself? I hope nobody I know finds out about this faux pas. I cannot bear to be judged any more. On the other hand, what kind of a company disconnects a phone just because you are late in paying your bill? I’ve never missed a payment before. This seems like a harsh punishment for being derelict in paying my bill once. AND, I have to pay a fee to have it reconnected. That really makes sense. If you don’t have the money to pay your bill in the first place, where are you going to scrape together more money to get your phone turned back on? It’s hard not to feel like I am one of the downtrodden. I have been there practically all of my life, but I so hoped I had moved beyond this condition once I had finished the Program. I guess only time will tell.
September 17, 2017
The tone of this journal entry has changed significantly, as compared to the more recent ones. It is laced with negativity and fear. The feeling that the other shoe is about to drop is as tangible as the shoe itself. I can almost picture myself looking skyward over my shoulder, waiting for it to fall, and for me to collapse underneath it. But I can also sense the desperate attempts to rise above these negative thoughts and feelings, as they are occurring. Only three days have passed since I wrote positively about a memory I had had, but within those three days a shift has taken place. The pendulum with its perpetual swing is beginning to carry me back to a space I have learned to dread. A space of darkness where possibilities are vanquished and squashed under the unforgiving heel of a steel-toed boot.
My struggle to overcome contrary emotions and to bask in the light of positivity is tenuous at best; then…and even now. Although at present I am equipped with strategies that assist me to live on the brighter side. Mindful breathing, affirmations, and a spiritual connection with the universe all help me remain under the sun of an optimistic lifestyle. Does the slippery slope still exist? Most definitely! However, with the awareness of the choices I make in my daily life, and how they affect me in turn, I am better able to combat the darker influences in my brain and to live a life of peace and happiness.