Self-indulgent overflow of any and all feelings follows below, woah boy.
I feel so hopeless sometimes. Like there’s nothing, nothing I can do to make myself feel better. I numb, and I numb, and I numb, and I know I should stop. But I’m more afraid of what will happen if I stop numbing. What feelings are laying in wait for me to swallow me whole.
I just feel sad and tearful and I can’t think of any reason why. I’m lonely a bit for a friend, a girl friend. I still don’t really have any in this city. I’m also so stuck with my writing. My dream is to become a full time writer, and part of me knows I’ve got what it takes, but the other part is stuck. I get so frustrated. I wonder why the hell do I think I could be successful? I wonder why the hell I think I should be successful if I can’t even get my ass off the couch, and write a few sentences. And I know in my heart the truth is that I won’t achieve my dreams if I don’t try to. But I’m so paralyzed right now.
I’m afraid I’ll finish this book that I’m writing and it will be crap. I’m afraid that I’ll never find anyone who will want to publish it. I’m afraid the book publishing industry is falling apart so there will never be any space for me to succeed anyway. I’m afraid that even if it’s published I don’t have the marketing platform to sell any copies. I’m afraid I will fail in full force. I’m afraid I will burst the bubble on my own dream, realize I can’t really make it happen after I’ve tried. That I’ll be stuck forever in a corporate job, doing what “responsible” people do. Then I’m afraid that having any of these fears means that I don’t believe in myself. How are you supposed to succeed when you don’t believe in yourself?
One glass of wine and I stopped tonight. I really, really wanted that second drink. I wanted to numb out and check out and not deal with anything. But then all of the sudden the desire to feel something, anything was greater than my urge for a drink. And I made a cup of tea. I’ve been having that second drink for weeks. So whatever I’m feeling hasn’t caught up with me. The tears are coming and I’m not sure entirely why.
I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to make any of my dreams come true. That I don’t deserve any of them. I used to feel that way about finding someone who would love me for all of me. But if I look now, I see that I have a wonderful husband, who loves me and see me for all of me. He believes in me more than I do sometimes, and inspires me. He comes home and comforts me and helps me see the light again.
I feel some hope, because I’m sitting here feeling these feelings tonight. I’ve spilled them out there. With love, I learned a lot about needing to love myself before I found someone who loves me they I deserve to be loved. So I’m going through a growing stage with writing I guess. I trust that I’m where I need to be right now. I will still show up though. If I show up and do my best for the day, that’s all I can ask. At the end of it all, I love writing and if I follow that nudge of intuition I can’t fail. I can only grow.
Funny how those feelings of doubt and despair, when I finally open them up, and named them, they move right through me. All it took was the end of this post to get them all down. I still have those fears and doubts but they’re not holding me hostage anymore. I will need to relearn this lesson over and over and over, but when you acknowledge the feelings they loosen their grip on you. Thank God for that!