gratitude

I don’t know what it is with me lately. One moment I’m completely fine — happy, even. Another moment, I feel as if my whole world has been torn apart. I have been getting this strange feeling of, not quite an uncertainty, but an almost-uncertainty. I don’t know how to put it in words.

I feel like a stranger in my own body. Like I’m in a room full of people and it’s the first day of school again and no one looks familiar. Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I feel so lost. When warm arms hold me close, I feel safe until the thoughts start creeping in. Then, I feel lonely. Empty. Lost. I realize that everything is temporary. This blanket of safety and security is temporary.

This is not meant to be a sad post. Just one of acceptance. Maybe things don’t get better. Maybe I’ll feel this way the rest of my life – a life that I am incredibly grateful to have had.

My life is full of tickles and laughs. Kisses and cuddles. Purrs and piles of clothes. But it also full of uncertainty. Of fear and anxiety. Of sadness and loneliness.

When I journal or blog, I only write about my negative emotions. But I think I’m going to try writing about being happy. I don’t know if I can do it, but I want to. As much as I’ve accepted the way things are, somehow, there’s still a tiny sliver of hope left in me that things actually might get better.

Yes, things are shittier now than they have been when I was 16. Things are messier and more complex. But in a way, I have never felt more whole. I guess it’s all part of becoming an adult.

I want to be better. I want to love life all the time. I want to be happy. So, I am going to actively try to appreciate and love life.

Here are the people who make me smile – the people who make me feel a little less uncertain about where I’m supposed to be.

I’m grateful for Dena. She always manages to pull me out of my never-ending dark hole of a mind. I’m thankful that she understands me and supports me no matter what.

I’m grateful for Sabti and his energy and positivity. He reminds me of what it is like to live life again. I’m grateful for all my friends – Dena, Sabti, Kristen, Bennett – and I love them for always sticking up for me and caring about me.

I’m grateful for Joe and his unwavering support, even in trying times. I’m grateful that he wakes me up every morning, makes me food, and I’m thankful for how patient he’s been with me. Even though honestly, I’ve been a total bitch these days (so sorry, baby).

I’m grateful for all the love that he gives – to me and the cats. For his open-mindedness and hope for the future. He always says, “it’s all going to be okay.” And I believe him.

Thank you for reading! Let me know how you try to stay positive in the comments section.

broken-glass words

when you are frustrated irritated impatient

i am complacent

i close my eyes, and spiral down

watching the circles get bluer and bluer and finally turn black

sharp teeth in the dark grip me and i’m used to it

but it still hurts when i choke on my words

drowning coughing gurgling up mangled words

that i want to spit out but i’m scared

because they’re not real words

not real to you or in a way you can understand

you say: give me real words i don’t understand you i’m frustrated by you give me real words real words real words

but what you mean is: your words are not real and your feelings are not real and you. are. not. real. so stop pretending like you are.

so, i choke on my sliced-up words and i drown

i think it is you, who makes me feel like i am not enough

but it is me

i am swallowing my own broken-glass words

and then i wonder why i can’t use my voice

decrescendo

slow down

my eyes are blurry

lightyears behind

don’t touch the moonlight with your bare fingers

you’ll get hurt

i’ll do it for you – don’t worry – it doesn’t hurt me anymore

i’m used to it

stars no longer sear into my skin the way they used to

you’re supposed to protect me but

i think it’s you who needs protecting

the skies are so pretty but they hurt so much

i’ll make sure you get to see the clouds without pain

i won’t tell you how much it hurts

how much i let you hurt me

and you’ll see this too but you won’t understand

because these are all metaphors

naked truths

Hello. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Just not really sure what to say. I’ve been trying to figure out what to write and how to portray myself. Which, is strange, I know, because this is my own blog. I’m trying to be as transparent as possible; which, again, is for my own good. But I’m also afraid. How can I post online the things I’m too scared to admit out loud?

On this blog, I have introduced myself over and over again. Through my About Me page, various poems, articles — nothing seems to be enough. Why do I keep trying to define myself? I have so many answers but I crave more.

This post will be hard truths. Naked truths.

Thank you for reading.

I’ve started to bite my nails again because I’m anxious all the time.
It gives me something to do in the moment, but when I have a panic attack, I have nothing to cling on.
To clarify: I scratch myself sometimes or clench my fists really tight so my nails cut into my skin. The pain grounds me.
It’s not self-harm if I don’t bleed, right?
Describing anxiety is difficult.
I can’t breathe.
I feel trapped.
I’m tumbling down a neverending staircase.
It really fucking pisses me off when people pretend to understand or belittle what I’m feeling.
I wish I were prettier.
I feel invalidated.
I miss my dad.
Today, I had a panic attack in the bathroom but I didn’t tell anyone because they always respond with “I’m sorry,” and I can’t be fixed.
I wish my boyfriend liked Thai food. It’s the only part of Thai culture that still resonates with me. I don’t want to lose that.
I don’t want to feel anything anymore. Nothing nothing nothing.
Feelings: numbness, sadness, guilt, sleepy, tired, shaky, uncertain, unsteady, lonely, lost. Unsatisfied.
My therapist talks too much about herself.
I get urges to starve myself sometimes. So, if I’m weak, it will be because of a lack of food and not because I was up crying all night.
For someone who talks about dying a lot, I’m actually scared of death. Where do we go?
I don’t think that I will ever be enough.
I don’t know why I make my own standards so high. I know that people love me. I know that they think I’m enough. Why do I still feel this way?
I really want to take sleeping pills but I sort of overdosed and the doctor said I can’t anymore. Also, I’m on my way to liver failure.
I want to love myself but I don’t know how.

nothing but glass

There’s a spot right under my left cheek that stings when I cry. For some reason, more tears come out of my left eye. Some people don’t know which of their eyes cry more.

Not that it’s useful knowledge, but it is useful to know which side to lay on so no one can see you crying. For instance, I’ll lay on my left side with my left hand tucked underneath the pillow and my right hand on top of the pillow. So, if I start crying, my tears will roll right into the pillow.

Sometimes, I can feel a breakdown coming. You know, like how some people can tell it’s about to rain (how do they do that?) Anyway, those days that I do know, I won’t eat because crying always makes me want to throw up.

I’m fine. That’s what I’ve been telling myself. That’s what I’ve been telling everyone else. But I, in fact, am not fine. I’ve been pushing and pushing myself and I think I’m teetering over the edge. At this point, I’d welcome the fall with open arms. No more hurting.

I’ve never been suicidal. At least, not really. All I want to do is disappear. To stop hurting. When I say I want to give up, I don’t think I mean like, I want to kill myself. I mean. Maybe I would if I could. But I can’t. Why? Because I’m a coward. It’s that simple. I faint at the sight of blood. So we can cross off guns, knives, and like 12 more things, probably. My knees get shaky when an elevator goes up more than six levels. Womp, there goes that rooftop idea. (But I was never really considering that because, c’mon, think of the clean-up crew. God, what a terrible memory to have imprinted in your mind).

Honestly, I don’t think I care enough to actually go through with the aforementioned “acts.” I just don’t feel anything anymore. Fifty percent of the day I’m just tired and the other fifty, bored. I never feel anything in the moment anymore. My feelings are ugly, hairy spiders jammed into a small glass cage – just waiting waiting waiting for that teeny crack in the cage so that they can all come crawling out.

How do you tell someone you love that you want to die but you love them so much but you’re so sorry because they are so sweet and they love you so much but sometimes they just aren’t enough to keep you alive? How?

I am cracking.

— sorry this is such a shitty post it’s just that I don’t care anymore

a letter to my body

Dear body,

Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for being strong even though I never really treated you well. I’m sorry for all the little accidents, like tripping and hurting you. Or burning you when I baked those Christmas cookies. Do you remember that? Of course, you do, you remember everything. But those were accidents and I know you forgave me for them. Sometimes I hurt you on purpose too. And you still forgave me. I’m so sorry for all the scars. For all the smoke and poison that I forced you to take. Sometimes, I just feel so trapped in my mind that I have to take it out on you. That was unfair of me and I shouldn’t have done it. I know that now. I’m sorry for all the shit I put into you – all the junk and sugar that you did not deserve. I’m sorry I starved you because of someone else’s words. You only wanted to be strong and protect me. I’m sorry for not seeing your worth. For looking in the mirror and thinking too fat or too ugly. I’m sorry I covered you up with makeup. I’m sorry I let other people touch you even though you didn’t want them to. I’m sorry for everything. I’ll try harder, I promise. You’ve taken care of me my whole life. Now, it’s my turn to take care of you.

Love,

not-nothing

I woke up at 8:30 when Joe left for class. I fell asleep right after he left. I’ve just been so tired lately. My alarm went off at 9. I snoozed it. When it rang again, I turned it off. I didn’t want to go to class. I should’ve just gone back to sleep. But I couldn’t. I stared at the ceiling for an hour. There are four small bumps near the light. The paint is a little faded in the corner. There’s a spot that looks like a small turd. I don’t know why I had to look up to describe the ceiling. I’ve memorized it by now. Joe has even caught me doing it a couple of times.

“What are you doing?” he’d ask.

“Nothing,” I’d respond.

Which wasn’t a lie. I was doing nothing. But it was also not nothing. I can’t really explain it. This not-nothing thing that I do all the time is kind of the only thing that I can do. I have a biology exam coming up (I skipped the lecture today), and ~~two~~ three assignments due for my journalism class. Every time I try to study or do research for my assignment, I’m filled with all this dread. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Which doesn’t make sense but I promise I’m trying my best to explain.

These past two months have been difficult. I never quite understood when people say they’ve reached their “breaking point” until now. I am cracking. With every person that I talk to, every assignment I submit, every distraction that I give myself – I am stretching stretching stretching parts of me and giving everyone pieces of me and I don’t know if I can get them back. Not-nothing is how I deal with the dread. Since I don’t know what will happen if I keep pushing myself, I might as well prepare for the end. Does that make sense? Probably not.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t have any more of me I can give. At least when I’m lying in bed and doing not-nothing, I can imagine the ground swallowing me whole. I can imagine me folding into myself until there is nothing left. It’s quite therapeutic, really. If I cannot control how much of me I’ve lost, perhaps I can control how I disappear.

I’m supposed to get better. I think. That’s what my psychiatrist said anyway. And in some ways I am. Just not enough. I feel awful. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. My thoughts are so loud. And I don’t know how many more not-nothings I can go through.

I know, I know that I am not alone. And I am so grateful but I feel like such a big disappointment. I don’t want to bring everyone down with all my emotional crap, you know?

Joe – I’m sorry for all the late nights. For always crying at something stupid and for always being an emotional mess. Thank you for holding me and loving me. I love you more than words can ever say.

Dena – I’m sorry I haven’t been a better friend. Thank you for always knowing what to say. Thank you for being my home in this strange, new world. I think you fixed me.

For the longest time, I thought that I needed a break from the world. That it was too loud. Too jarring. But I realize now that it isn’t the world that’s too loud. It’s me. And I need it to all stop.

I need me to stop.

d.

She was the type of girl you’d see from miles away.

Always sharply dressed and put together. She was cool. And stylish. And she would never look at you. At least that’s what you think.

She’s always laughing with her friends. An inside joke, probably.

In a sea of 350 students, all you can see is her.

You sigh and keep on staring. She notices you and her lips curve up, giving you a half-smile. She looked confused but not creeped out so that’s good.

After the lecture ends you want to say something to her. Anything.

You know she’s always the last one to leave, always forgetting her phone. Silly girl.

You smile fondly at the girl whose name you do not know. But you feel like you know her.

You stand by the door, lost in thought. Black boots approach you.

Could it be…? This is the moment you have been waiting for all semester.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” you reply.

She waits for you to respond and when you don’t, she looks away. She probably thinks you are dumb and you have no idea what to say next.

You have been imagining this moment a million times, maybe more. But your legs turn into jelly because her gaze is on you and you are so awkward and she is like sunshine.

The silence lingers on and your face turns red.

“Your shoes!” You blurt out.

“What?”

She cocks her head to the side, her brown eyes wide with confusion.

God, she is so beautiful.

“Your shoes- they’re nice,” you stammer.

“Oh, um. Thanks,” she smiles and looks down at her feet.

A lock of her dark hair falls onto her face and it takes everything out of you to not tuck her soft curl back behind her ear.

“I’m late for my next class,” she says.

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you around.”

She smiles at you again and walks out the door.

You leave in opposite directions.

When you hear her footsteps getting fainter and fainter, you turn around to catch a glimpse of her one last time.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that she is already looking at you.

— for Dena, the girl everyone sees from miles away

I’m not really in the mood for writing but I figured if I started, things would just get flowing. I had an exam today that I thought I was unprepared for but it turned out better than I thought, so that’s good. I still have a bunch of work piling up and I’m not so sure what to do. I want to take a break from school and from life but it seems like I’m always taking a break even though I don’t feel like I am. Joe says it helps to make to-do lists. He made me a pretty pink smoothie today. I’ve been on my new medication for about a week now and I do think it’s helping but I still need more time to adjust. As I was studying yesterday, I realized that, in the grand scheme of things, this moment is very small and I probably won’t even remember it. And I should focus on the important things that make me happy. Sometimes I get sidetracked. Life just gets in the way. I took two naps today and I’m still tired. Every morning when I wake up, the only thing that gets me through the day is the thought of coming back home to sleep. I want to feel inspired again but I don’t know how. At least that’s a step towards somewhere, right? I need affirmation that everything is going to be okay because I don’t know if it is. I’ve lost a lot of myself and I don’t know how to get her back. I just don’t know anything anymore.

the truth

I haven’t been feeling so great lately.

Mental health has always been something that I’ve talked about as a thing of the past. But it isn’t. Not at all. I’ve had my fair share of relapses, but every time I sink a little deeper, I know that I can make my way up. I’m not so sure this time.

I don’t know what’s happening. I feel like I am trying so hard to be okay because I know it isn’t easy for the people around me. And it sure as hell isn’t easy for me either. All the days have blended in with one another and I feel as if I am losing myself. All I want to do is stay in bed and sleep forever. But I know that I can’t. I know that I have responsibilities. I’m supposed to go to college and get straight A’s. Be a good role model for my younger sisters. My parents have invested in me. My family looks up to me. I want to give up. But I can’t.

At the same time, I don’t want to give up. I’m grateful for my life. It’s been a good one. To Nina, Sara, Joe, and Dena: thank you for always supporting me and taking care of me. I hope I haven’t taken anything for granted. I love all of you so much. But I’m not so sure that I can be fixed. I’m not so sure I even have the energy to want to be fixed. I just don’t know anything anymore.

How do you tell people who love you that you can’t do this anymore? That you are just so so tired? That you just want to sink deeper and deeper into yourself until you disappear? That you just. want. to. sleep.

You can’t.

The point of this blog is for me to get my feelings out and to tell the truth. For the longest time, I thought that I always had to write something happy – people love reading happy stories, right? Or if I wrote something sad, it would have to be about how “things are so much better now” or how I learned so much or how I suddenly discovered myself.

But that is not what this post is. I haven’t reached any sort of resolution or conclusion. I’m more lost than I have ever been before. I need help and I don’t know how to get it. I’m tired of trying.

a letter to my madness

Dear Madness,

The days keep getting harder and harder. I really wish we weren’t this sad. I know that we’re in this together and that we should work together to make things right. But you make it so damn hard for me to want to help when all you do is fuck everything up. I don’t know what to say to you because I’ve tried everything and nothing seems to work. Nothing seems to be enough. I’m tired. Please stop making me go through this again. Everything hurts and this is unfair. I want to enjoy life. I want to wake up early and drink orange juice and pet my kittens and go to bed without waking up and crying in the middle of the night. I’ve accepted you, I’ve reasoned with you, I’ve made you almost disappear a couple of times. Don’t I get points for that? I have taken you home with me and introduced you to my family. They’ve accepted you too. Why isn’t that enough for you? Why do you keep coming back to haunt me? You’ve been my shadow for a long long time now. I’ve gotten too used to you. Please leave me alone.

— Spilled

12:56 p.m.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of never knowing what to say, of saying too much, of saying not enough. I’ve been having such a hard time being back in Boston and I don’t know why. I can’t focus on one thing for long enough, it’s as if I no longer care. I keep messing up over and over and over again. I’m unhappy. I don’t want to wake up. And I feel ungrateful for feeling all of these things because it seems like this, right now, is all I’ve ever wanted in my life. Is there something so fundamentally wrong with me that I can’t appreciate what life has given me? I should be used to feeling this way. I should know how to deal with this. But I feel so lost right now because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do when 2 a.m. depression hits me in the middle of the day.

I’m tired.

love & guilt

I don’t think I express enough gratitude. My thoughts are so muddled sometimes and life just moves so fast that I never have enough time to just sit down and reflect on how lucky I am to have so many amazing people in my life. Sometimes I get scared thinking about how much people actually care about me. Partially, because I always feel so guilty. Who am I, and why do I deserve your love? I spent the majority of my childhood and adolescence really loathing my existence. I mean, I’m just me, right? I wonder if they realize that I don’t have much to offer them. I’m not even that funny or smart. I’m just me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way – I shouldn’t feel guilty that I’ve accepted the love I’ve been given. But I just can’t help it.

I just feel so silly writing about all of this because I’ve been trying so hard with the whole self-love thing. I always talk about how much better life is for me now that I’ve started writing more and getting more in touch with myself. But the truth is, it’s always going to be hard. I’ll always have to try to make a conscientious effort to take care of myself. Sure, it gets a little easier, but it’s never going to be easy breezy. I don’t know what’s with me – I’m always going through ups and downs and confused in-betweens. This is just one of those.

I’m not quite sure whether or not I’ll post this, but when I first started this blog, I wanted to be completely myself and completely honest. This is my safe place. I know this entire post sounds as though I’m complaining about wow all the love I’ve been given and wow so many people love me. I promise that’s not what I meant at all. I’m so thankful. It’s just hard to accept sometimes.

So, *ahem* as the sole inhabitant of this safe place, I loudly and proudly announce: I am so grateful for all the wonderful people in my life – I have sweet sisters, close friends who have my back, and a best friend who always supports me. A boyfriend who always makes me feel safe. I’m grateful for all the love I’ve received from this world – God knows I don’t deserve it, but I have it and I am thankful.

Okay, that’s all for tonight! Thanks for reading my ramblings, I’m gonna go hide in a hole now, bye! X