Grinding to a halt

Jeez, today I was optimistic when I woke up that I would just be able to jump into the assignments I have to do. And you know what? I’m frozen. I’ve opened up my app several times today and just look at it and feel almost like a physical wall is in front of me. I am feeling like I’m in the middle of a full existential shut down right now.

It’s not that I don’t want to do them, it’s just that they don’t matter. There’s no meaning in doing them other than to give me some money. I know I did that kind of thing for 20 plus years, but today it is just hitting hard. There has to be a better way, only I’m just not seeing it. Or I become so physically and emotionally exhausted from stress that I sleep all the time.

I’ve been enjoying my dreams lately though. Real honest to God, weird dreams.

It’s been a while since I’ve had that.

One of the hard things to do right now is reprogram my mind as far as what there is to live for. My kids have been completely inculcated by their mom to hate/fear me, so my only purpose in my children’s lives is to be their mother’s personal piggy bank. There isn’t a lot of meaning in that, other than bearing witness to my own suffering.

I have a fear that if I say such things outloud, they will be used against me, because not only are we supposed to eat bullshit by the spoonfull, we are supposed to say thank you and ask for seconds. The courts have been petty and vindictive through all of this.

My attempts at relationships has gone to the point where I honestly no longer care (or anticipate) a romantic relationship ever again. That’s the real kicker too, because from an early age we are all taught to believe that someone else will complete us. Men especially have been told to believe that providing for others, be it financial or emotional support, is something that gives us meaning.

I keep thinking about the last person I opened up to and how when I was rejected, it made me feel like what I had to bring to the table wasn’t worthy of her appreciation. Who is to say that any of that was what I wanted or if it was just what I’ve been told to want my whole life. Maybe that’s why she rejected me too? She saw that others needed her codependency more than I did. Yes, that sounds mean, because it is mean. I’m codependent myself. Game recognize game.

Fuck, it’s nearly been a year since I saw her in person…yet I keep thinking about what is lost. I keep thinking if our “friends” hadn’t just left us alone and stayed out of it, things would be different. But fuck it, they aren’t. I have to let go. I have to harden my heart from such things because they aren’t meant for me. I’ve been hobbling myself, trying to fit into this mold of what is expected of me. This lie that I’ve been taught to believe that finding Your Person will be a freeing experience, when I have rarely ever seen it do anything but constrain you. When you are solo, you can move freely, not be encumbered by the expectations of others, and not have to do even more shit you don’t like just to make sure they have a nice car or cell phone or good food on the table.

I’ve seen so much more of people using each other, rather than pulling each other up and forward. So not only do I have to fight myself, I have to fight them to be better. I think I’m done.

I feel like an Olympiad who has just been told that all the training they’ve spent their whole lives doing is never going to be used because they cannot compete in that event. It’s liberating and terrifying all at once. And I know that once I make this decision, there’s no going back.

What if finding meaning in my case isn’t so much love or supporting someone other than myself, but finding beauty in this world, appreciating other cultures, and having experiences? There are other ways to find meaning. Loving someone in spite of themselves was just something I’ve always been good at because it is all I have ever known. And so far, I haven’t met anyone who actually wanted the love I had to give.

I have a story to tell, several actually, but right now I feel like it’s all just such a mess, and you can starve to death with a story to tell. I guess the meaning for the assignments is they keep me from starving. And writing is writing. A bad day writing is always better than a good day sitting behind a desk, watching your life tick away. That shit was killing me like cancer.

Like I said, I have to deprogram myself. Relationships are as much of a sham as the lie of “Get your college degree and you’re almost guaranteed a better life!”

Writing has meaning for me, and it is a trade I have practiced at most of my life. I love it. Maybe that’s why I’m blocked today, because I’m using these fine-tuned tools to do some rough work that will never be anything more than a way for an algorithm to put a website on the front page of a Google search.

The reason this looks easy isn’t because it is easy. Writing is not something most people can do, but for whatever reason because everyone can talk, they also think they can write. So they pay accordingly. Or take for granted the work writers do. Or build a computer than makes something that vaguely sounds like writing so they don’t have to pay people who actually do it.

Nobody reads hardly at all anymore. Right now, I just hope one day to have an idea picked up on Netflix so I can say to hell with it and try to search for meaning on a beach in Belize, drinking rum until my liver explodes.

It would be just swell if I could get paid to write my books. Right now, that pathway is looking very murky. So guess it’s copy for slip and fall injuries for now.

2 thoughts on “Grinding to a halt

  1. I’m sorry you are in such a pit at the moment. I have faith and in you … this is a temporary dark night of the soul. It feels awful. Try not to make a lot of judgements – that just makes the spiral worse. Be kind to yourself – know this will pass – you aren’t here to be miserable… maybe you are being prepared? Prepared to be able to appreciate something or someone coming your way… internal leveling up feels so ugly 😔

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