It's okay to not be okay

I think sometimes we forget that it’s okay to not be okay. 

I can remember so many times when I’ve had even a small breakdown and then I felt ashamed that I cried or couldn’t hold myself together. 

But I shouldn’t be ashamed, because it’s normal. 

It’s normal for things to seem overwhelming at times, or impossible. 

It’s normal to cry. 

It’s normal to feel out of control, even when you pride yourself on being in control all the time. 

The past couple of weeks for me have been this way.

Certain situations trigger my insecurities, and then all the emotions come flooding in. 

Thoughts like “I’m not good enough, beautiful enough, skinny enough.”

“I don’t do enough.”

So I breakdown. I get stuck in my head and basically have to ride it out. 

I’m not gonna lie, sometimes it’s hard being single when all you want is someone there who will hold you when you cry. 

It’s so hard for me because I sometimes take pride in being the stable one. The one that’s there for everyone and listens and holds people while they cry. But it’s so extremely insanely STUPIDLY difficult for me to ask anyone for help when I need it. 

In fact, I try to hide it. 

But I think having breakdowns and moving on should be normal. Just cry for a couple hours and get it out and then don’t beat yourself up about it, just keep living.

Two years ago when I was struggling with anxiety, I would basically have an attack everyday and then cry from shame afterwards because it happened again and I couldn’t control it. 

We aren’t meant to hold everything in. 

I’m sitting here watching Gilmore Girls. It’s an episode where Rory and Lorelei end up both having breakdowns at the same time and completely feel like they’re failing and can’t go on. As I was watching it hit me, they actually don’t address it at all after those scenes. 

They both had their breakdowns and then the next episode starts and they don’t even talk about it, they are back to normal. 

I’m not saying we shouldn’t address our breakdowns. Obviously if there’s an issue that is the common denominator in your breakdowns you should probably look into it. 

I’m saying that it’s okay to have a breakdown and move on. 

It’s okay to not be okay. But it’s also okay to be okay, after not having been okay two hours ago. 

I may just be speaking to myself here, but I hope this encourages someone. 

Don’t beat yourself up for having overwhelming feelings sometimes that have to come out as tears and ugly sobs. 

And I guess I’ll try to stop that too. 

In My Own Head

Two Weeks ago I wrote a blog post about getting to know people and it being extremely hard for me to say goodbye to those people. Last night I had a bit of an emotional episode.

This summer, friends have come back to work at The Station. People that I truly care about and quite honestly I feel as though I was just holding my breath waiting for them to come back.

For some reason I have allowed this future goodbye make me fall apart.

At every point where I am shut out or cut off from community and hanging out with people I feel a little twinge in my heart. Another opportunity to grow closer, missed.

I think that because I decided to open my heart to people and get to know them, my heart feels extremely exposed. It's like I went from feeling scared to open up, to being scared that I'm not opening up enough and I'm going to say goodbye to these amazing individuals again and it's going to ruin me.

I got in my head.

I allowed my mind to tell me that there isn't enough time.

I've allowed my own season coming to an end make me feel as though everything is.

It's as though I spoke out that I wanted to open up to people and get to know them even if goodbyes are hard, and then I'm faced with another huge goodbye that is going to suck.

A goodbye to friends. A goodbye to summer. A possible last summer at The Station. And a possible last summer in Mammoth. A possible goodbye to my home.

But if I start breaking down now, I can't have my last experience.

I can't live in the moment if I'm thinking of the last one we'll have.

So I need to stop.

Somehow.

I need to stop getting into my own head.

Sometimes People Get Led On And Sometimes Those People Are Me

I didn't realize that I had fallen for this guy until one day we were hanging out doing homework and he said "don't fall for me." Don't ask me how we got on a subject that triggered this response, because for the life of me I can't remember.

All I remember was this sinking feeling. This feeling of dread. Because inside I knew that I had already done what I was advised not to do.

Our friendship wasn't even something that I saw coming, so why would I see my feelings for him coming?

All I knew was that I wanted to hangout with him everyday, even if it was just doing homework at the nearest coffeeshop.

One time he even let me use his Costco card to buy chocolate covered Acai berries, and when we were in the checkout line he pretended that we were together so the lady wouldn't question me using his card.

You can understand my confusion when only a couple of days earlier he was telling me not to fall for him.

I continued hanging out with him not knowing myself well enough yet to realize that it wasn't a good idea (I wasn't good at setting up boundaries).

All I wanted to do was be his friend. I would keep telling myself this at least, wishing that I was speaking the truth. Now I can see that sure I would have loved to tell my feelings to go away and just be his friend, but sometimes it's just not possible, at least for me.

I think this happens to many of us. We catch "feelings" for someone and every single thing that they do encourages us.

They look at you a certain way, or they say something slightly cute to you. And sometimes they are super touchy feely and grab your hand in target with no actual intent on ever doing it again, at least in a romantic way.

Then there you are head over chucks for some guy who only sees you as a friend, or someone to hangout with until they find their next girlfriend.

Now, I'm not saying that this was all his fault. I'm really not.

I mean. He told me not to fall for him right?

I look back on that moment and wish that I could tell myself to snap out of it.

Like seriously. How is it not possible for me to just take people's words and believe that's all it's ever gonna be?

I will say, I definitely learned a lot through this experience. I remember after it was all over I never wanted someone to feel how I felt, especially because of me.

It's kind of funny because just as I was coming out of this toxic thing I'll call a crush fog, someone else came into the picture. Just a friend.

This guy and I had been friends for a year or so and we talked off and on. He knew what I had been going through and mentioned going on a "friend date."

I would later find out it was a ploy, because he had feelings for me, but at the time it seemed like a good idea.

We both agreed and decided when and where we should go.

But before we went I told him one thing.

"Don't fall for me."

Caught Up

Sometimes I let things take over. I let feelings steer the whole car and I sit back and watch myself crash and burn.

I get caught up.

I get caught up in words. In actions. In things that don't call for reading into, and yet, here I go.

I overanalyze.

and I'm done.

I'm done trying to read into actions.

I'm done trying to read between the lines of what someone says.

I am honestly sick of myself trying to tell if someone had an underlying meaning in something innocent they said to me.

I need to just take people for their words. I need to take it all at face value.

I can't live a life where I think that someone likes me, or rather, doesn't like me because they said something in a certain tone.

I refuse to constantly think that someone is mad at me because they aren't talking, when really, maybe they just don't want to talk.

My internal processor has really run away with all of this. I blame being an introvert.

Maybe this is my life test. Shutting down my mind long enough to realize I'm being completely ridiculous.

But also shutting down outside encouragements and other peoples over analyzing.

Sometimes we just need to take a person for their word. And no one else's.

But maybe that's just me...