There were so many things that were said the night I met my friend R for drinks. And so many things I keep thinking about. So many questions that he asked me that I am now asking myself. He knows of my unhappiness and my desire to change my life. But knowing that leads to more questions. Questions like, are you prepared to be alone for the rest of your life? And I wonder, am I? Because that's a possibility I have to face.
On a daily basis I feel bad for feeling how I do. For wanting this big change knowing it's going to hurt someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt. That nagging guilt for wanting more punishes me. I wonder if I can ever truly move on when I feel this way. Questions lead to more questions and none of them have answers. Will I punish myself forever for being dissatisfied? Is it better to live a life you are unhappy in than to hurt someone else? Do I need to sacrifice forever for the happiness of someone else? Is it selfish that I want to make myself happy?
A strange thing happened this weekend. We were at our accountants office to hand in our tax information. As we talked to him about what's been happening in our lives this past year I started to feel incredibly trapped. We were talking about my job search and how I've been unable to find a job for so long. He was encouraging and sweet, as he always is. And the more he talked the more trapped I started to feel until I really thought I was just going to burst into tears right in his office. I felt it coming on. My eyes started to water. I felt my face flush. I kept taking deep breaths to keep the tears at bay. It was really difficult. I kept wiping my eyes over and over and over. I don't know if anyone else in the room saw that this was happening, but bursting into tears in my accountants office is not something I wanted to happen.
Trapped. It's how I felt in that moment and it's how I've felt for far too many years now. Trapped is not a good feeling. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn. No help to be had. No means to make my life better. Trapped sucks. Trapped hurts.
But don't get me wrong, this isn't constant. I still experience good things. I still have wonderful friends who are there for me in the best ways they can be. I still have family who are as supportive as anyone can hope for. I still have fun and I still laugh. And the one I don't want to hurt loves me with all his heart and would do anything for me. But wait, there is it is again… the guilt. Because he would do anything for me and it's not enough. That guilt. That self doubt. Those moments when I hate myself for feeling how I feel. They creep back in.
I hate that I have no answers. I hate that years go by without answers. And I have to keep asking myself, is being content and complacent the best I can hope for and should I just suck it up and make the best of it?