It started after my mom died. I noticed I became kind of indifferent toward God. It was weird because I didn't have a hard time processing my mom's death. I did my crying the night before she died at the hospice center. When I said my goodbyes I was at peace knowing where she was going. So it wasn't like I was deeply traumatized by her death because I was her caregiver for two months so I was already mentally and emotionally prepared for her to go. Only after a couple of months I noticed I wasn't as "bright" as I usually was. I didn't feel love toward God anymore. He felt distant, like He was behind a glass wall that I couldn't break through. I also had feelings of mild anger and apathy. I couldn't put my finger on what was causing it.
Later that summer, I was diagnosed with a pituitary tumor that became the explaination for why I wasn't having regular cycles. A lot of life change had happened to me within a year. First my mom, then the loss of my health. I had to deal with the fact I would have to deal with a hormone-producing sack of crap sitting on my pituitary gland for the rest of my life. Sure, it wasn't a "big" deal in light of more serious conditions such as cancer, but nontheless it still scared me. The medication I had to take for it wasn't friendly either. It can cause heart and kidney "fibrosis" (don't look that up) and the first week I took I had an episode of afib. I ended up tapering my dose down and it went away, but still. The experience terrified me and made me feel increasingly frustrated. A couple of months later I had to quit my first job at a local grocery store because my body couldn't handle it anymore. I started having symptoms of Sjogren's and Lupus that were never diagnosed. And nobody believed me.
In 2017, a year after being sick with my mystery illness and adopting a plant-based diet I was able to work again, but this time I got a desk job I could sit down doing. I volunteered online for data entry projects for a month and then created a resume and started applying to each and every data entry position I could find on ZipRecruiter and Glassdoor. One day while in the clothing detergent aisle of Walmart I got the phone call that landed me with the job I have today with an appliance parts company. I was floored they even considered me, as I had no professional experience. It was definitely without a doubt a God-thing. It was great the first couple of months, I was friendly and happy. But then my social anxiety crept in and I became overly self-conscious of how I looked and sounded to my two co-workers. I developed a stutter/block which made answering the phone a lot harder than it had to be. As a result, my self-esteem wilted. I started getting quiet and kept to myself. Now I am as quiet as a church mouse, hiding behind my desk and praying no one hears me stutter when I pick up the phone. I can hardly make it through three days without an anxiety attack. I have to beg God to help me get through each work day when I wake up. While that is a good thing in that it is making me pray, working shouldn't be so difficult and scary for me that I feel I have to "survive" just to get through it. This isn't how I want to live. I want to be confident and good at what I do, not anxious and inadequate!
And right now I just feel like my circumstances are spiraling out of my control. I am trying to stay calm while I figure out a plan on how to fix the mess-ups I have made. There is so much crap going on inside and outside of me. I don't even know where to begin. I wish I had someone to come alongside me and tell me what to do, but I am the only person who can change my destiny. I know, but it doesn't make it easy. I know what I want, I just don't have the tools I need to get it. And it's making me feel very unfulfilled with my life. I feel like my life carries no purpose. I never "do" anything important for God. I never do anything that makes a difference in people's lives. And one of my life's goals is to help people. I want nothing more than to minister to homeless people and have a career in social work--it's been on my heart for 8 years. I am at the crossroads of wanting to know if I should keep hoping for that dream or to give it up because it will never happen for me. I feel like I could die if my heart's wish to serve and be part of community never comes true. I want to live in Pantego and have a 2003 Volkswagen Beetle and go on adventures with my bicycle and go on outreach trips to bad parts of town and help the homeless. THAT IS ALL I WANT. I don't want a fancy house, or money, or fame. I just want to feel NEEDED. I want to feel like my heart MAKES A DIFFERENCE for the world. I want to feel GOD PLEASED WITH ME. I feel so useless and it makes me feel like crap! I feel like crap! I am so tired of it.
Now I am stuck with feeling useless, unfulfilled and sad all the time. I guess it just built up slowly over time and I didn't really realize it. All of those fears and confusing feelings I held inside, all of those times I felt all alone, and all of my apathy toward God created a breaking point in me. Then the thread broke under all of the weight and I fell into a deep pit of hopelessness. I don't even really know if I can call what I am experiencing depression. All I know is I have been isolating myself more and find I never feel like being around anybody. I have no energy to babysit my nieces anymore. I just want to hide in my room all the time. And it feels like my body and soul are filled with sand and I can't move or get motivated to do anything productive with my life. I'm addicted to my smartphone and Facebook. And food.
I have a plan but I am not sure if I am really going to carry it out. I am thinking I need to close my Facebook account (just for a while), "unplug" from social media (I go on there a lot to seek pity, like I am doing now), and retreat to old fashioned books, the Bible, and simple living. No more Internet unless I am on a computer and no more mindlessly checking my Facebook just because there is nothing else to do. I want to go back to simple living. I want to go outside more and enjoy nature. Maybe it will heal me. I don't know. I just know I can't go on like this anymore. I am coming close to the edge where I am either going to have a mental breakdown or need to take medication. I already have a prescription for Buspar waiting at the pharamcy and I am "this" close to picking it up.
Later that summer, I was diagnosed with a pituitary tumor that became the explaination for why I wasn't having regular cycles. A lot of life change had happened to me within a year. First my mom, then the loss of my health. I had to deal with the fact I would have to deal with a hormone-producing sack of crap sitting on my pituitary gland for the rest of my life. Sure, it wasn't a "big" deal in light of more serious conditions such as cancer, but nontheless it still scared me. The medication I had to take for it wasn't friendly either. It can cause heart and kidney "fibrosis" (don't look that up) and the first week I took I had an episode of afib. I ended up tapering my dose down and it went away, but still. The experience terrified me and made me feel increasingly frustrated. A couple of months later I had to quit my first job at a local grocery store because my body couldn't handle it anymore. I started having symptoms of Sjogren's and Lupus that were never diagnosed. And nobody believed me.
In 2017, a year after being sick with my mystery illness and adopting a plant-based diet I was able to work again, but this time I got a desk job I could sit down doing. I volunteered online for data entry projects for a month and then created a resume and started applying to each and every data entry position I could find on ZipRecruiter and Glassdoor. One day while in the clothing detergent aisle of Walmart I got the phone call that landed me with the job I have today with an appliance parts company. I was floored they even considered me, as I had no professional experience. It was definitely without a doubt a God-thing. It was great the first couple of months, I was friendly and happy. But then my social anxiety crept in and I became overly self-conscious of how I looked and sounded to my two co-workers. I developed a stutter/block which made answering the phone a lot harder than it had to be. As a result, my self-esteem wilted. I started getting quiet and kept to myself. Now I am as quiet as a church mouse, hiding behind my desk and praying no one hears me stutter when I pick up the phone. I can hardly make it through three days without an anxiety attack. I have to beg God to help me get through each work day when I wake up. While that is a good thing in that it is making me pray, working shouldn't be so difficult and scary for me that I feel I have to "survive" just to get through it. This isn't how I want to live. I want to be confident and good at what I do, not anxious and inadequate!
And right now I just feel like my circumstances are spiraling out of my control. I am trying to stay calm while I figure out a plan on how to fix the mess-ups I have made. There is so much crap going on inside and outside of me. I don't even know where to begin. I wish I had someone to come alongside me and tell me what to do, but I am the only person who can change my destiny. I know, but it doesn't make it easy. I know what I want, I just don't have the tools I need to get it. And it's making me feel very unfulfilled with my life. I feel like my life carries no purpose. I never "do" anything important for God. I never do anything that makes a difference in people's lives. And one of my life's goals is to help people. I want nothing more than to minister to homeless people and have a career in social work--it's been on my heart for 8 years. I am at the crossroads of wanting to know if I should keep hoping for that dream or to give it up because it will never happen for me. I feel like I could die if my heart's wish to serve and be part of community never comes true. I want to live in Pantego and have a 2003 Volkswagen Beetle and go on adventures with my bicycle and go on outreach trips to bad parts of town and help the homeless. THAT IS ALL I WANT. I don't want a fancy house, or money, or fame. I just want to feel NEEDED. I want to feel like my heart MAKES A DIFFERENCE for the world. I want to feel GOD PLEASED WITH ME. I feel so useless and it makes me feel like crap! I feel like crap! I am so tired of it.
Now I am stuck with feeling useless, unfulfilled and sad all the time. I guess it just built up slowly over time and I didn't really realize it. All of those fears and confusing feelings I held inside, all of those times I felt all alone, and all of my apathy toward God created a breaking point in me. Then the thread broke under all of the weight and I fell into a deep pit of hopelessness. I don't even really know if I can call what I am experiencing depression. All I know is I have been isolating myself more and find I never feel like being around anybody. I have no energy to babysit my nieces anymore. I just want to hide in my room all the time. And it feels like my body and soul are filled with sand and I can't move or get motivated to do anything productive with my life. I'm addicted to my smartphone and Facebook. And food.
I have a plan but I am not sure if I am really going to carry it out. I am thinking I need to close my Facebook account (just for a while), "unplug" from social media (I go on there a lot to seek pity, like I am doing now), and retreat to old fashioned books, the Bible, and simple living. No more Internet unless I am on a computer and no more mindlessly checking my Facebook just because there is nothing else to do. I want to go back to simple living. I want to go outside more and enjoy nature. Maybe it will heal me. I don't know. I just know I can't go on like this anymore. I am coming close to the edge where I am either going to have a mental breakdown or need to take medication. I already have a prescription for Buspar waiting at the pharamcy and I am "this" close to picking it up.