Facing this big life change has
been challenging.
I try to stay on top of things, positive, patient, strong.
Deep down I believe that everything will be ok, I just have to accept that
things don’t usually happen when you want them to or the way you want them to.
I feel vulnerable, emotional. I
try not to cry because when the first tear comes down it’s hard to suppress the
others. And since I’m already crying, let’s find all the reasons! “Oh, I’m so
tired”, “I’m afraid nothing will work”, “I’m so stupid”, “I miss home”, “I feel
so lonely”. And I hate it that I go down the self-pity road.
I feel self-conscious, like I
should lose weight, like I’m not well dressed, like I should be speaking Dutch
already! I care too much about how I’m coming across to other people. Do they
think I’m good enough? Do they think I’m stupid, fat and ugly? Do they think I'm lazy?
I moved here and all I do is
waiting. I don’t have a job, I don’t have my own place, I don’t have my own
group of friends anymore. I feel like everything I was, I am not anymore. So
exposed, so lost. I feel like I lost my value, like I am just a girlfriend
and don’t have “a life”.
Many times I didn’t feel like
going out and seeing people.
I felt lazy and anxious in dealing with them.
Afraid of their judgment and tired of telling the same story and answering the
same questions.
I am afraid I will
always be the outsider.
Maybe this is me making drama.
But they’re feelings and I am just human, I can’t really explain them. I try to
forgive myself and understand that I will feel this way sometimes. It’s normal.
It’s ok.
What I don’t allow myself is to
sink. To hide in my bedroom and sulk. This is not who I am or who I want to be.
I know this is a time for change and patience. Above all, learning.
Whenever I feel bad, I come up
with my gratitude list and do something nice and kind to myself: go for a walk,
watch a movie, have a glass of wine, listen to music, read a book, clean the
room and light a candle, write blog posts…
I remind myself that I am strong,
wise and brave. That my life is actually pretty awesome. And that I am loved and supported. And that what others think
doesn’t matter.
1 comment:
Be strong! And trigger the alarm in case of fire!
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