For years I've maintained a perfect facade. I was an actress skilled enough that I should have won a few academy awards. This past winter I was deeply inspired by "Shadows in the Sun" a memoir on depression. The author's truth made me realize I needed to start by being honest, with myself and with others. This is the first step and I am blogging it along the way in hopes to help anyone who may be struggling with something similar, or at least give hope that you're not alone.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Lazy Sunday
Originally I was planning to watch football today with a friend (yup, I'm an awesome girl because I like to watch football) but she had to cancel because she got tickets to actually go to the game (I would have done the same to her). I found myself at a loss- where should I go and what should I do? I caved in pretty early and sent a plea to my in-laws because I knew they'd let me come to their house. I did wind up getting invited to my husband's friend's house, but I had already told my in-laws I would come there. I have realized how desperately I need to make my own friends in the area, or at least within a 20 minute radius. I have struggled, for as long as I can remember, to bond with people my own age. I'm not really into drinking or partying, so that leads me to feeling felt out of the loop quite often. I find that most people that aren't really into it either already have kids, which is hard for me to relate to. I'm just stumped. The last time I felt like I did well with making friends was graduate school, but I guess I didn't do as well as I thought since I have lost touch with everyone I met during that time period. I am an introvert by nature, and it takes me a LONG time to show my true personality around people. Around my husband's friends I am often very shy, which isn't really me. I am not sure why but I just regress into the shy role and hide in the corner. I know part of me is scared because my anxiety. I do feel like lately (the past year really) its hard too strong of a grip on my life. I haven't really been living. I avoid things because I'm scared of anxiety attacks. I never take risks. I've become a hermit in many ways. I don't even like what I have turned into yet I feel clueless and hopeless as to how I would start to change. I hate tis feeling of 'lost'- yet I am so familiar with it due to a life with anxiety. I know one thing for sure- I am wasting too much damn time and giving my anxiety too much control. I need to take my life back.
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