I'm having a bit of a meltdown today. Trying to put groceries away, the blueberries fell and spilled on the floor. I screamed 'FUCK' and needed to walk away for a moment as I felt hot tears well up in my eyes. I am well aware this has nothing to do with the blueberries. This has to do with the fact I'm not living the life I want.
I hate the refrigerator in this apartment. It is small and the wire covered racks make things slide, tip over and fall out. I hate not having a garage. Getting into a car that is too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter makes me cranky. I hate that I can hear the neighbors upstairs. They aren't loud but I resent them because they live upstairs and I don't want to live in a place with upstairs neighbors. I hate that my bedroom has a twin bed. I feel like I am relegated to the bedroom of a child (because I am). The housing market is such a seller's market right now and prices have overinflated tens of thousands of dollars. So I have resigned myself that I am stuck here for now. And I hate feeling stuck.
But really, I hate the I can't find joy in my life. I don't know what I like to do for fun. I feel my obligations in life right now (school, exercise, meal prep) and more school) don't allow much time for pleasure. I comfort myself with food. It is such an healthy cycle.
Wednesday will be the start of another round of counseling. Four EAP sessions, which I don't feel will be productive ,is the starting point. I want action and I'm inpatient. So when the therapist had to call to reschedule my appointment before the first session because the receptionist scheduled it during her vacation, my confidence waivered. And then, since the therapist will be on vacation the following two weeks, it will be three weeks until I will have a second session. And while rescheduling, the therapist was not exuding a powerful stance when I mentioned an unhealthy relationship with food. My head is shaking with disappointment before we even start.
I feel like I want someone to save me. I've long given up on the 'knight in shining armor' analogy. But at this particular moment, I want to be rescued. I want another person to show up and fix things in my life. Fix all the things. There has to be a person who can solve my housing issues , push me to try new activities, and emotionally support me through the latest dip in my mental health .
So I'm going to have to save myself. I know I am responsible for my own happiness. No one else is going to make me happy. No one else is going to find my joy. I've pulled myself by my bootstraps before. Maybe this time, I will pick myself up off the floor for the final time. I just hope those bootstraps are strong enough because I feel a lot of tugging in my future.