I think one of the hardest things in the world is having faith in yourself when you have no proof you should. It’s finding reason when there is none. I’m finding out that I don’t really love my first job out of college. Actually, I’m not sure I’m very good at what I’m doing now. But I can’t really tell if that’s because I’m not engaged, or I just suck. A part of me wants to be kind to myself…maybe I just haven’t found my calling yet, and maybe once I do I’ll end up doing really well. The other part of me fears that the answer is that I’m genuinely untalented and will be mediocre at everything I do.
I’ve sort of hit rock bottom in my life. A few months ago my entire life turned upside down. My first somewhat of a relationship broke before I had the chance to save it. I ended up doing a really crappy project. While in words neither of those things sound particularly painful, I can’t begin to describe how painful those things really are.
I love Boston, but memories of us find their way to my consciousness around every corner of this now tainted city. Whether it’s a building or a street we once walked on while holding hands, one way or another he finds his way to my mind. I’d stay at home, but even this bed sometimes reminds me of us. The strange thing is, I can’t say I was completely happy with the way we were. While our break up was almost obvious, and maybe the right thing to have happened, it doesn’t make me feel much better about it, nor does it hurt any less. It’s weird how he got to hurt me and walk away unscathed, meanwhile I sit here and wonder if I’ll ever get over this and what the hell is wrong with me. I tell myself things happen for the best, but that fear lingers in me…what if things just happen for the worst. While I’d love to move on from him and forget that I met someone who fit everything I ever wanted in a man (well, minus the whole “in love with me” deal – probably the most important one?), a part of me is just stuck. For the most part I ignore my feelings, but in those instances I choose to feel, it’s a sharp pain in my gut I can’t handle for a prolonged period of time. I was cast aside like I was worth nothing by a guy who I got along with to a whole new level. Sure, wounds heal to leave scars. But sometimes you suffer permanent damages. In my case, the part of me that had hope is gone. It’s replaced by this jaded part of me that I don’t have the willpower to fight with.
While I deal with that sense of loss, I’m utterly demotivated at work. I drive 3-4 hours a day just to get to my client site, and I’m doing work I have zero interest in. But I’m so tired, I can’t even feel how tired I am. I’m starting to think about my career, and I’m realizing how lost I am. I’m in a position that is considered prestigious by some, and that is making it harder for me to get up and leave. How can I leave this safety net? But then I ask how I could possibly stay when I know something isn’t right. And if I want to leave, the time is now. There’s an island I’m on and there’s an island I want to get to – but I feel like I’m going to miss the ship making that trip.
And so over the past few months, I’ve somehow managed to stumble my way to rock bottom. All I have is a heart broken by someone who may not have deserved it, and a spirit trying its best to stay alive. And there is nothing I can do except let myself go through this. Perhaps there are times in life when the only way to save yourself is to let yourself be. It’s when you keep going even though you’re tired, you’re scared, you’re hurt, you’re lost, you’re hopeless…it’s walking through the storm, no matter the damage, and hoping that one day you’ll come out of the darkness and see the dawn.
But I don’t know. This is all just speculation. It’s things I tell myself to keep crawling.