Battling Issues

Today’s Attire: Pajamas

Justification for outfit: The attire is perfect for my mood. PJ’s are not meant to be worn outside the home. I wear them for comfort and for staying in.  Based on  the way I feel I don’t have any intentions of leaving the house.

Battling Issues:

Before I start this blog, I need to preface this with a few statements.  This might upsetting and I’m sorry for that.  This blog isn’t going to be a positive one. I’m not looking for advice at this moment in time. And I really don’t want people to make statements to try and give me perspective.  Meaning, please don’t say things like “at least you’re this”, or “or at least you have that” “or at least you’re employed”.  All this does is minimize my feelings and make me feel guilty for being unhappy despite the good things in my life. That doesn’t help me. I realize that other people in the world have bigger problems than me. And I don’t mean to sound like a spoiled brat, but the bottom line is that I’m having a rough time.  I write this blog to be informative, to be therapeutic, and when I’m doing well, to entertain.  At this beginning of this blog I said I was going to be real.  Here’s me being real.

This is usually a pretty dark time for me going into the holidays.  I don’t have that warm fuzzy feeling people get when the holidays approach.  But the holidays blues are settling in a bit earlier than normal for me.  I’m usually good through Halloween. And once Thanksgiving comes I start feeling really bad.  Thanksgiving is the anniversary of my father’s death. My father died in 1984, when I was 11.  This is something that happened almost 28 years ago, but it still affects me. His birthday is in December.  I love my father and I miss him very much.  Yes this was a long time ago, but that sadness is something  that I still deal with. The grief sorta haunts me through the good things. So I deal with this. Yes, I’ve seen a therapist about this, but nothing stops sadness or bad feelings. It’s hard to deal with.

Work has been particularly hectic.  The feeling of unproductiveness and the worry of a possible layoff plagues me. I really do the best that I can do when I’m there. Sometimes it gets to me. I care about things I shouldn’t care about. I’m not being paid to manage anyone. But I see things that aren’t right, and I do my best to correct or fix them, and then things happen and it’s upsetting. At work these things bother me more recently: 

People around me get rewarded for bad behavior

I get chastised for doing my job or trying to get it done despite other people goofing off 

People give me a hard time for being out for illness still

People aren’t reliable when I need them to do something

Or they give me attitude when I do ask them to do something that is their job

I’m constantly cleaning up after someone else’s mess

Office politics are really finally getting to me

Someone in my department acts like a child and it’s really annoying because the powers that be think it’s OK and cute.

I realize things could be a lot worse. I like my job a lot. I love the company I work for. But these issues along with my personal issues are really getting to me.

My health is something that I’m still struggling with. Despite all the things I went through leading up to my gallbladder surgery and the recovery I’m still not feeling well. I don’t have any real symptoms that I can head to the doctor for, but I’m not feeling well. And I don’t feel like spending the money to say “hey I don’t know what it is, but I’m just not feeling great”.  I’m not sleeping well again. I have nightmares.  I wake up feeling like I haven’t slept at all. I feel like my throat is hurts like every other day and sometimes my voice feels like it wants to be have and other times it doesn’t. I’m taking my vitamins, and my other daily medications every day. I do get some physical activity in my life, I’m sure it’s not enough, but it is better than nothing. I’m still going to my weekly Zumba class. I do eat well.  I watch what I’m eating, as well as portion size. But despite all that, I keep the weight on. I keep playing with the same 5 pounds since July.

The issue that has been affecting me the worse is poor body image. Despite all my efforts to lose weight, and dress the body that I have, I hate the way I look. I really hate the way I look. I hate mirrors. As I write this, I feel the emotion heating up from the hatred that I have for my body, face and hair. I am so angry with myself for looking the way that I do. When I lost the weight the first time I swore I would never get this big again. I screwed up. I gained it all back. I hate myself for letting this happen.  Now as I battle a low thyroid, and I’m facing down the gun of 40 years old and with all my efforts to lose the weight I fail.  I see a gross stomach, horrible arms, and thighs and a fat face. And no matter what cute dress or outfit I find, it doesn’t mask this truly ugly body that I have. My husband does his best to convince me that he sees me as beautiful. No matter what size I am. I think he’s nuts. I don’t see it. All I see is me putting on 15 different things in the morning or the evening and watching them not fit right. Putting on a costume that was custom made for me and looking at my fat belly despite wearing a waist cincher and body shaper make its appearance. Everyday I’m faced with an extremely ugly fat girl in the mirror. And my efforts to make her go away fail every time and it hurts me to the core of my being.

I know this all evidence of lingering depression. I’ve been off antidepressants for months. I don’t want to go back on them. When I went back on this last time, I never felt better on them. I never got any relief from my issues.  I just felt off. Sometimes numb. But not good. Never OK. When I went off the meds the last time and got through all the health issues in the spring and early summer I started to feel OK.  Never great. Just OK. And OK was good enough at the time. Now I feel lousy, but I feel like it’s seasonal.  But I don’t know.

And then there’s the music stuff. And thinking about this hurts my heart too. Pursuing the dream of being a singer has really not helped any of these situations.  I feel like all my efforts seem to fall flat with this.  I work hard at improving my skills. I practice, I work with vocal coach, I sing regularly at karaoke.  People hear me sing and they think I’m amazing. I go on auditions, I pass out business cards, I submit myself for things that might be a good fit for me, but nothing comes of it. Then I hear comments like “Why aren’t singing professionally? Why aren’t you in a band? You’re so much better than people we seen on the American Idol.  I hope you’re doing something with that voice!” But the sad there is nothing. I work with a project that seems to be on hold right now. My last audition got cancelled, not postponed they cancelled it. When I look through the ads for vocalist they specify “must not be heavy” “Must be hot” “Must sound like Beyonce, Rihanna”  “Must be under 25”  It’s so frustrating, because I’m not anything of these things. I’m just a girl, with a big voice, who likes to sing rock. I don’t want to be a jazz, gospel or R&B singer. Yes I can sing these styles but it’s not what I want to do or what I do best.  But I feel like I’m never going to get the opportunity to do what I want here.

Needless to say I’m feeling awful and low. And despite the good things in my life right now, the bad stuff is getting in the way. When I move forward in any direction, it feels like I can’t get beyond my obstacles. And I’m hurting in so many ways. The love and support I have from my husband isn’t helping right now. I do my best to put my “best face” on Facebook. Posting pictures, and random positive stuff, because that’s what I think Facebook should be about. But behind all of that and closed doors, there’s a very damaged human being out there trying to get through a really rough time.  So I apologize if I’m not there for you like a good friend should be if you’re going through something. My struggles are suffocating me right now and I’m doing the best that I can to just get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other in my life. All I ask is that you just you keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I deal with this.