My GalleryHello, my darlings.
I haven't uploaded in a little under a month. And today I'd like to share why.
I've slipped back into old habits. I'm anxious, sad, and angry all the time. Apply the slightest bit of pressure and I snap and lash out. I've lost any sense of identity I once had, and with plans to graduate next year (one year ahead of schedule, just so you know ;D), I feel more lost and hopeless than I can remember. Though I'm desperate to try living on my own and learn to make my own choices, it's also a bitter reminder.
I'm getting older! Slowly, but still!!! Ahhhh!!!!!
I have so many big dreams for the future, so many people I want to meet and places I want to see. I have books I want to write, sketches and movies and short films to make. I want to try out for plays and learn to play guitar. I want to travel and share kisses with strangers and stay out too late on rooftops Wednesday nights. I want to plunge in, make the most of my life. But I can't force myself to do it. Reaching out and trying horrifies me. I don't know whether it's a product of my upbringing, anxiety, the lack of control I have on my life, or the grim realization that I am a decaying organism being raised in a society run by money and patriarchy rather than personal happiness. I feel like I've been in a dream for the last fifteen years, and now I've finally jolted awake. I've lived my entire life being someone else. For the first time, I'm actually seeing the world around me without obstruction. I'm seeing the way the people I say I love treat me, the way I spend my time, and even the way I dress. And I've come to a conclusion.
This is not who I am.I'm doubting myself, and everything around me. Who are my real friends? Do I really love writing so much? Do I like working with computers or do I want to go back to the health field? Is Iron Man my favorite Marvel hero even though I own only Captain America shirts? Am I pan-sexual, bisexual, or am I a full fledged lesbian? Do I even identify as a woman? Do I even
like Classic rock? Do I want to just throw my belongings in a trunk and hit the road, wander the earth until I die?!?!?!??!
The point of all this bitching and existential-identity-crisising is this: I'm taking a break.
I'm still writing down ideas for stories. I'm still creating. But I need to find my style, so to speak...I need to find my identity again. I need to know who I am looking at in the mirror, how I want to be seen by others, and who I want to be seen by before I present myself. You have all been
so supportive of me in the past (for which I still cannot thank you enough), back when I had no real reason to be sad or angry. You stuck by my side when I spent seven months complaining over an
ex-boyfriend for God's sake. And I hope that now you'll bear with me still, even in this low point in my life.
If you've stuck through this entire miserable rant, just know that I love you.
I appreciate every comment or fave or note you send. I'll try to keep you updated every week or so with how I am. The thought of deleting my account is out of the question, so maybe there is still that part of me that still loves to write as much as I think I do.
I hope to see you soon.
-G