I have a confession to make, I'm losing my mind- slightly. Not in an hysterical way that I've ran away, radically cut my hair and changed my lifestyle. (Although I did recently cut two inches off my hair- I know, I know, it was a huge deal for me too;) But in a way that I feel frozen as everyone and everything around me is buzzing past. I'm frantically trying to keep up but I'm coming up short, every damn time.
Truth is I do want to run away, not from my life but from the loud noises in my head. Anxiety takes many forms and although this post isn't specifically about anxiety, it's a huge factor in my temporary craziness. In fact I'm not too sure what it's about, the frantic typing and hopping from one thought to the next represents exactly where my mind is right now. My mind is anxious about the present and the future. Am I doing the right thing? Am I going in the direction I want to be going in? I mean does anyone know the answers to those because I sure as hell don't. I'm stuck in the middle of a road and my mind is racing faster than 1,000 marathon runners combined. I've long searched for the answers to what would make me happy and I am still caught between two ideals of what I want my life to look like. Both comprised by the uncertainty that is mental health and chronic pain. I don't deal well with uncertainty, it's the very poison within my anxiety. Looking back my 13 year old self really had no idea how much the universe would laugh at her life plan. Finish school, go to university, meet the perfect guy (I have since learned perfect is not real- no matter how perfect you think he is ;), have adorable babies, be a stay home mum till said babies were in school then immerse myself in my career. The universe is now looking down at me hysterically laughing at how naive I was.
I have no plan. No plan b, c, d or e. Or as phoebe (from friends- duh) once said "i don't even have a pla". I'm lucky if I have the next month planned out to a point of being successful in the main areas of my life. I have a million plans, all different and exciting but not one that I can see myself getting through. The loud noises filling my head at the ungodly hours of 12am-3am are the anxieties for the road ahead of me. Or rather, the road I haven't yet taken. I plan, I am a planner. Ask anyone and I have things planned to the minute but finally at 20 years old, I'm coming to the conclusion that I can't plan life. Yes, well done Jasmine, it took you long enough. And it has been because anxiety has clouded my every thought and action. From deciding what subjects to study to what to wear to drunkly kissing a guy who's name I don't know. Every action has a series of anxiety repercussions, that unlike getting a punishment and serving the time, I go over for hours brutally beating myself up over. My constant need for reassurance and affirmation has caused many angered texts from friends, boys and loved ones.
Is it fair to blame all my poor choices and misfortune on anxiety? No, I can be blindly stupid at times and rightly so. And whilst some mistakes have been made with the cheering of my friends, anxiety has always disregarded whether I'm having fun or not, or happy. It's good at sneaking in on life's unplanned and joyous moments. But it's exceptionally good at sneaking- no more like bashing its way in on quiet nights as I try to sleep. The night I wrote the first half of this post, I was up till 5 am. I had not yet slept and the looming hour of 6o'clock was fast approaching. I had to succumb to the fact that work was not going to be an option. That functioning on no sleep was going to be damn near impossible but that didn't stop the guilt that consumed me. I have two incredibly understanding employers however as much as I feel guilty for not going to work, I feel ten times more angry at myself for failing. Calling in sick isn't what most would associate with failure but to me, every short coming I have is a direct reminder of the things I am not doing properly. Inadequate, I suppose it's only a fancy way of saying 'not good enough' but right now, it sums up where I feel in life. I feel like am inadequate and this life I'm living is inadequate. I feel like there should be more, that I should be doing more and demanding more of this life. After all, I have had a hell of fight to stick around. Yet I'm at a loss of how to fulfil that desire that somehow I should be doing more. I'm sure if you were to ask friends and family, it's the opposite of how they would describe my life because they see the huge mountains I've climbed. Whilst I focus on every step I'm taking and notice every bump in the road. Maybe it's time I look at how far I've come and not every mistake I've made along the way.
Something from Grey's Anatomy that has always stuck with me (even though I watch it on repeat over and over and have an unhealthy obsession with it) are these two quotes. They are everything I needed to hear right now, because although not all of these feelings can be helped, wallowing in my own self-pity is sure as hell not going to get me anymore from life. I'm okay with where I am but I want more, so I need to have some fire and to stop accepting things that are taking me places I don't want to go. Do I want to be in an "okay" place for the rest of my life? No I don't because I am finally realising that I deserve to be in a GOOD place. Deep down, that little voice in my head is constantly putting me down and stopping me from really living the life I want to live but it's time. Let's all make a pact to start demanding more, shall we?
Even after all that being said, I'm starting to have some glimmer of faith that life is not meant for planning but for living, and that what is suppose to happen to me will happen. I no longer resent the world for giving me depression because I now know it was meant to happen so that I could share my story and be an advocate for the mental health community. Knowing that doesn't take away my fears of what my life is going to become but it sure helps having a place to come and vent my worries. Because I know that you reading this understand where I'm coming from and that most likely have at one point felt like the world was rushing past you whilst feeling glued to the ground. If you're there at the moment, know that I am too. We aren't alone, the world is not rushing past us, people are just going at their own pace. There's nothing wrong with standing still for a while and taking it all in because life really can be overwhelming. I'm breathing it all in, going slower and learning that I can go at my own pace, too. Imagine we're standing there together because somehow that comforts me and I hope it can comfort you.
Hey there, I'm Jasmine, your average 20 year old working as a nanny and play assistant. Maybe Tomorrow follows my journey living with mental health issues and chronic pain, all whilst trying to have some fun along the way.
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