I generally sit around thinking my life sucks. I mean, yeah, I have these kids that I love. And yeah, I’m certainly doing better now than I was when I couldn’t eat and had no roof over my head. I have a place to live, running water, and heat, which is much more than I had most of my childhood so that’s definitely a step up. And sure, things aren't as bad for me as they are for some other people. Thinking about that doesn't help though. I am nowhere near where I want to be – and I have always filed "Not what I want” in the same box as “Bad.”
So it always shocks the shit out of me when other people talk about how great they think my life is. All I ever think about is what I don’t have. It consumes me. The Void is what keeps me sick with stress, and motivates me keep reaching higher/farther/deeper. I don’t have a perfect marriage. I don’t have perfect children. I don’t have the house that I want, or the career that I want, or the hair that I want, etc. etc. etc. (I could keep adding to this list all day, but surely you get my point.)
Yet in the last week – three different friends have made comments to me, apropos nothing, about my life being “amazing.” Huh?!
These aren’t cyber friends either. These are people who’ve either witnessed babies come out of me, or who drank MadDog 20/20 with me before either of us was old enough to drive. I may not talk to them often, but suffice to say they know me. So hearing this come from them really got my attention. My life is amazing? You can’t be serious! Have you not been paying attention? Remember:
- I have no degree
- I am the embodiment of stress
- I feel like everybody hates me
- I doubt my mothering skills every second of the day
- I’m wondering why I ever agreed to be married to anybody (and he’s a fine husband, so that leaves me feeling endlessly guilty because I know some other low-maintenance woman would be lucky to have him, only he doesn’t want some other low-maintenance woman, he wants me, which means I’ve effectively brainwashed a totally innocent man into tying his life to mine.)
- I don’t own a home
- I’m not cool anymore
- Maybe I never was?
- I cry all the time – for no good reason – without provocation
- No matter what I tell anybody else, I do not really believe I’ll ever finish my law degree – because seriously? No Crosley ever finished High School, let alone got a freaking Juris Doctor so who the hell am I kidding here? That kind of thing does NOT happen to Crosleys.
- But I still try because I cannot accept defeat.
- And yet I still feel defeated every day.
Sometimes I truly feel that I’m trying to save the Titanic by scooping out one cup of water at a time.
So how can someone else, someone whose life I admire and whose life I wish I lived, look at me and tell me that my life looks so great? How can they think I have an amazing life? In a conversation with one friend, I told her how everything was just too hard and she said “You can handle it, you’re the strongest person I know.” What? Me? I’m the weakest person I know! She for the record, is the strongest person I know. As far as I can tell, everyone everywhere is doing a better job than me, including her.
So what is wrong with me? Why can’t I appreciate the fact that I do have a husband who puts up with me, and two healthy kids, and a roof over our head? Why can’t I just enjoy the fact that I’m in school, even if it will take me another 5 years to be where I want? Why can’t I be okay with where I am in life, instead of always thinking about where I’m not? Am I a habitual pessimist? Maybe I’m just a brat.
Or maybe my life does suck as much as I assume, but I’ve somehow managed to fool the people around me with some superficial appearance of happiness?
I get this way about my grades too. Yes, I have a perfect 4.0 GPA. But even that is not good enough for me. It’s a rouse. I feel like I must have tricked them into giving it to me because I am a Crosley after all, and we’re generally good-for-nothing. How could one of us possibly be on the Dean’s List? I think that if I have a 4.0, they must not be that hard to get. Maybe I go to the one private university in the country that gives A’s to every single student? I don’t know. On the one hand I’m proud of it, but on the other hand even the pride I feel from looking at my perfect grades won’t fill The Void.
Oh… The Void. The ever present monkey on my back. The hunger that won’t be satiated. The hole that won’t be filled.
All I know is that I’m tired of feeling sad and defeated all the time. I wish I could live this “amazing” life that other people think I live. Maybe I really should go back on Zoloft, but being medicated is just one more way of being defeated.
Will anything ever be enough?
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This post resonated with me from the time it hit my inbox. I tweeted that I would comment and then time got away from me and then I struggled with sitting down to admit any of this to someone outside of my home. Especially because I attempt to create a facade that all is well, smiles for everyone. (side effect of growing up with an adult child of an alcoholic.)@Lissarankin
Two Sundays ago we were in the middle of what is now 3 1/2 weeks of not sleeping through the night. It is overly aggravating to me since she has done it successfully for months. I feel like she is a newborn again and I am becoming a bitchy zombie. Anyway, I tend to vocalize how pissed I am to be getting up again and again and again throughout the night. This time I said "I hate my life." What I really meant was I hate how this moment in my life is making me feel because I certainly do not hate my life. It just was not good enough for me at the moment.
I saw a sign in a therapist's office that had the word HOPE with an arrow pointing up. Underneath it was the word DESPAIR with an arrow pointing down. (BTW, the same therapist had that fuckitol that you shared in this week's wordless Wednesday)
I hope you can look up and find hope. Or look around and find perspective. Embrace the void.
#MojoTip Believe that you are enough, just the way you are. You are already whole.
You are a great advocate for causes you are passionate about.
You are a great mom for pursuing your dreams.
You are cool enough for me.
I heart you.
Thanks for making me think.
Have you read Louise Hay's You Can Heal Your Life?
p.s. sorry this is so choppy. I'm tired but I wanted to fulfill my promise that I would comment.
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