When I was younger, my mother and sister and I would fly to Germany once per year, during the summer, to visit our grandmother. We stayed at her house for an entire month. We went swimming, hiking, traveling, and also did very normal everyday things like grocery shopping, visiting the city, and hanging out with our friends there.
As an adult, when I look up at the sky and see an airplane, I feel this pain in my chest, a type of longing, even. I wish I was on that plane going wherever it was going. I think I associate airplanes with the extremely happy memories that I have from going to Germany for all those years.
We stopped going as a family because we got older and had school obligations as well as jobs. My mother’s job also won’t let her take a lot of vacation. We mostly go separately now. My sister went while I was in high school for a few months. I studied there for 6 months my sophomore year of college. My mother goes when she can, but it’s not often or for very long.
My grandmother used to fly to us when we had a break in school, but there’s not much incentive to fly here now since we all have jobs and limited time. It makes me sad, but I still hold on very dearly to all of those years we spent over there.
As someone who is newly seeing someone, I am struggling to balance my obsession with wanting to be around this human 24/7 and still taking time for the things I was doing before I met them.
I can’t help it, my oxytocin is going crazy and I want nothing more than to spend all of my time getting to know this new woman. I also know that I need to spend time with myself and make time to do normal things like grocery shopping and laundry. Yesterday was me trying to do that. I had time to spend with her, but I chose to watch The Notebook, bake brownies, and “re-start” a puzzle. I went to bed, slept really well, and here I am at work the next day.
I have a schedule for each week. I am a planner and I own many a calendar to record my events for each month. Weekly, I work Monday through Friday, roughly 7am to 1pm, give or take. Thursdays I spend with my grandma, 3pm to 7pm. Friday and Saturday I am normally in my mom’s town after work. Occasionally I would stay through Sunday, but I think that was too much. So, currently, my available days to see this new human are Monday-Wednesday after work and Saturday and Sunday (given I am back in Atlanta at a decent time [on Saturday]).
So, where is the time I schedule for myself? I don’t know. That is the answer. I guess it might fall on Thursday nights and maybe one afternoon M-W? I’m not sure yet. I also don’t know if I can keep to a schedule concerning that need. Also, isn’t allowing myself to see and get to know this new person partially self-care? I’m not drained by being around her. Now, that’s how you know they’re a potential keeper.
Long story short, I’m figuring this out. If I figure out a system, great. If not, great. I’ve been winging it all these years anyway, so why stop now?
I have a fear of failure. I have a fear of failing those I care about. I have a fear of failing to be what they want me to be. I have a fear of failing to live the life that I have envisioned for myself. I have a fear of failing to live up to the good things people have said about me.
I fear that I am failing my [very conservative, anti-abortion, anti-gay, pro-Trump, Christian] grandparents and hometown community by not dating men and attending church.
I have a fear that my dad fears he has failed as a father by not bringing my sister and I to church more often. When I first came out, he asked me if it was something he did to make me feel this way.
I have these fears. They get a little a crazy sometimes. I know that I can’t just flip a switch and become a heterosexual Christian. I suppose that I try to make up for these “flaws” by making the rest of my life look as proper and perfect as possible.
I want the people (my family) who disagree with my “lifestyle” or lack of Christian beliefs to see that I’m not a bad or immoral person. I try very hard to live a moral life and to be kind and helpful to those around me. I’m trying to show them that I don’t live my life for attention. I don’t live my life to convert other people. I don’t live my life to brag about it and rub it in people’s faces.
I just want to live my life. I want to have normal conversations about things I’m passionate about. I want to visit family with my future partner and I want them to ask us when we’re getting married.
So I have a fear of failure. I have a fear of failing to be a person that does not and cannot exist. It’s been mentioned before and it will be mentioned again, I promise.
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I love to travel. I love traveling alone and I love traveling with a group. I’ve been to Germany, France, and the Netherlands. I’ve been to almost half of the states in the US. I would like to hit all 50, though.
I came across this website recently and fell in love with their Cricket model. Whenever my current vehicle gives out (in 1-2 years most likely) I will be purchasing an F-150 that will more easily be able to pull this camper and suit my overall needs for a vehicle.
My biggest dream concerning travel is a simple one: I want to take a road trip for an undetermined amount of time to an undetermined final destination. Obviously, for such a goal, I need to save up some more money than I currently have. I’m going to be implementing a “zero balance budget” that I found through Dave Ramsey’s site. With this, I hope to have enough to buy the camper and go travel by the time I walk across the graduation stage in May 2021.
In between now and May 2021, I don’t want to confine myself to my house. I will do my best to also set aside money for weekend camping trips and short visits to see my sister in Florida. I’ll find more affordable things to do in the great city of Atlanta and entertain myself that way.
I fully believe that I can reach this financial goal. I just need to exercise some serious self-discipline. I’ll keep you updated.
My anxiety always feels like I can’t take in a full breath. It always feels like yawning and then not hitting the “top” of your yawn. It’s a heavy weight on the top of my chest. It’s shallow breaths. It’s a fear of not being able to breathe and not having anyone there to help.
Once on the brink of a panic attack, my legs and arms get tingly/partially numb. Everything around me begins to sound like white noise.
From there, it goes one of two ways: either I sit down somewhere and ride it out or I start trying to implement my coping skills and hope it goes away.
I have a few coping skills/tools and some of them are silly, but when you feel like you can’t breathe, there’s not much you won’t do to relieve it.
- sitting down/squatting in an almost fetal position seemed to calm me
- applying makeup, specifically eye liner or mascara that would require more concentration
- eating food
- brushing my teeth
- shaking my hands and arms to get feeling back into them
- podcasts for distraction
- calling someone on the phone
- writing in my journal
I also have collected prevention tools over the years and I don’t use them all, but I’m sure it would help.
- When I first went into therapy I was told to use something called the Alpha Stim SCS.
- Since the end of May of this year, I’ve also been trying CBD oil. Honestly, I haven’t felt much of a difference, but I also haven’t been taking it regularly for the past 3 weeks.
- I’ve been drinking more water and eating more healthy foods.
- Sometimes I take lavender pills.
- I try my very best to get good sleep and enough of it, but that has been a lifelong challenge that I can expand on in another post.
- I do not consume a lot of alcohol, and when I do, I limit myself to a single glass of wine or beer.
- I stay away from caffeine.
- I’ve been trying to move more through stretching, just getting up more at work, and actual exercise, but I’m lazy and sometimes I can’t be bothered even though I know it would probably help immensely.
- I continue to push myself to do things that make me a little uncomfortable because you have to conquer the things you fear to overcome that emotion.
My anxiety has never kept me from going on adventures or living my life, but it has limited how far I would travel for those adventures and it gets annoying when all you want to do is enjoy yourself, but these “what if” questions won’t stop buzzing.
It’s a struggle, yes, but yesterday’s therapy session felt promising. Read more about it here.