I’m working on being happy. I’m not aiming for permanent bliss. I just want to find enough happiness to support the theory that it’s worth it to face each day and worth it to be alive.
So here’s an issue where I could use some counsel – when I am alone, the music is great, I spend time cooking healthy meals and enjoy the process. I move with confidence, I use my body exactly how I want to. My thoughts come into the processing factory, go through the convoluted maze and come out the other side.
So, sounds like I am doing well, when I read that back. But, the presence of any human being during any of these processes is so distracting and disregulating that it throws me off course. The best I can describe it is it feels like I simply cannot think straight when another person is physically there. When people just pass through my space, when they look at me, when they dare to try to chitchat about trivial things, everything goes out of whack and suddenly I am once again just a lost and confused little girl, drifting out to sea because that’s the only place I can think of that is quiet and no one will bother me.
In moments when I can break through the depression and face the day with hope, it only takes walking into one other person before I am completely squished, unable to keep hope alive. Like a lovely steamed bun, fresh out of the bamboo basket, the air inside is the will to fight, but it gets squished out so easily. I desire to be around people or at least I desire to be able to be around them, but I feel like they just squish me.
Note: I would add that these people that I am alluding to are lovely people, simply existing themselves, they did not actually persecute me.
I don’t understand how to be around another human being and still be myself.
So here’s an issue where I could use some counsel – when I am alone, the music is great, I spend time cooking healthy meals and enjoy the process. I move with confidence, I use my body exactly how I want to. My thoughts come into the processing factory, go through the convoluted maze and come out the other side.
So, sounds like I am doing well, when I read that back. But, the presence of any human being during any of these processes is so distracting and disregulating that it throws me off course. The best I can describe it is it feels like I simply cannot think straight when another person is physically there. When people just pass through my space, when they look at me, when they dare to try to chitchat about trivial things, everything goes out of whack and suddenly I am once again just a lost and confused little girl, drifting out to sea because that’s the only place I can think of that is quiet and no one will bother me.
In moments when I can break through the depression and face the day with hope, it only takes walking into one other person before I am completely squished, unable to keep hope alive. Like a lovely steamed bun, fresh out of the bamboo basket, the air inside is the will to fight, but it gets squished out so easily. I desire to be around people or at least I desire to be able to be around them, but I feel like they just squish me.
Note: I would add that these people that I am alluding to are lovely people, simply existing themselves, they did not actually persecute me.
I don’t understand how to be around another human being and still be myself.