As I briefly described in previous posts, 2014 was an extremely challenging year for my family and I. We basically hit almost every speed bump a couple can hit over the course of a year. It started as marital problems. I made a choice that resulted in losing our best friends. Then, in the middle of heartache my fiance broke his leg and had to have almost 6 months off work; this added extreme emotional and financial strain to our already crumbling home life. Someone very close to me betrayed me in a very hurtful way, We found out my brother in law has stage 3 lymphoma (you can donate to help him with costs & treatment here). My dad & his love (whom the kids and I are very close to) moved away.
All of these things, one by one, slowly led me to bandaid my worries by partying. It was fun to just have some drinks with my friends and forget about the weight of my world. This had a domino effect to all other good things I had going on (like my blog, school, home life, ect, ect). I still worked out and ate clean, but was not bringing my A game anymore. I was constantly tired and feeling run-down. I started closet smoking. I drunkenly spraint my ankle. I wasted a lot of time on things part of me wishes I could take back. I feel Like I aged five years in one. I am not proud of my choices, but I knew what I was doing when I was making them. I don't have any regrets, because I think mistakes are lessons you need to grow.
All of these things lead me to seek the help of a professional, clearly I needed it. I'm OK with admitting I go to therapy because I think people who can admit they're fucked up are actually less fucked up than those who think they are 'fine'. We all have problems. I had always toyed with the idea of seeing one, but always procrastinated because a) it's not cheap b) it's intimidating to open yourself up to a stranger, and c) i'm actually extremely claustrophobic of new experiences that involve me being in a new situation in a small space. I put my fears aside and found the first session oddly comfortable. I left feeling like a weight had been lifted. I still go to sessions every week, so I've been learning a lot about myself, and life.
There is one thing about my personality that is a blessing and a curse; I am extremely obsessive about anything I do. I usually only have one close friend at a time because I can't divide my deep commitment to one thing or person. When I am exercising im all in. I just go hard at everything. I've always been naturally self-motivated because of my obsessive nature.
This year i'm going hard at getting my life back, and finding myself, and these are the things I decided were really important:
Clean out my closets
Get rid of stuff I don't need (inside, and out)
Stop nurturing the negative, per-sue positive
No drinking.
No Smoking
Be Happy
Let it go (let it goooo, can't hold me back anymoreeeee;)
I feel when you have clutter in your space, it's really hard to clear your mind. So the first thing I knew I had to do was gut my house. I have literally been selling my clothes, and taking carloads of stuff to the dumpster everyday. Obsessive Steph actually spent like 12 consecutive hours clearing out my kitchen in itself. Every time I get rid of stuff I feel lighter. I know the emptier my space becomes, the less stuff i'll be cleaning up, the more time I have. The more time I have, the more time I can devote to the things that I want to accomplish. The more I accomplish, the happier I'll be. Being happy is all that really matters.
I discussed my feelings about getting rid of stuff, and clearing my space, and making room for my soul searching yesterday at counselling. Then, oddly enough, last night when I was cleaning out my computer (preparing it's contents to be put onto an external hard drive), I found a piece I had written a few years ago which I had forgotten about. I found it so strange that I discovered it yesterday (of all days) because of it's current relevance.
Here it is:
"I want white walls, big open spaces, and empty shelves. The shelves could wait for something. There could be endless possibilities, of the something that could belong, without ever feeling the desire to be filled. Overwhealmed by an urgent need to disconnect from everything I have known until now; more, more, more, more, more, more. It all meant nothing. I realized life is an oxymoron; less is more. I feel heavy. Heavy with everything. All this shit cluttering everything; my shelves, my home, my relationship, my mind, my soul. A giant mess of life. All these things I had 'wanted' meant nothing.
Alot of friends in my life are really just people I cling to to feel accepted. They reassure my judgements and opinions on other people, and things that don't really matter. I need them, they need me too. Hours have been spent discussing the whose-doing-what-with-who, and who has what and the blah, blah, blahs of a typical modern day friendship. Real friends today are rare, I realized. I wondered who would be there for me if I had 'nothing'. Always I could hear their muffled voices, bubbling to the surface of my thoughts. Blup, Blup, Blup. Too much talking, not enough feeling. Long conversations, little meaning. Where is the love? Afterall, a fish must stay with it's school. Nobody was forcing me, but I cling to this lifestyle, swishin', and wishin'; wishing for the 'bigger' and 'better'. Everyday I feel more and more like a fish out of water, gasping and flopping. Suffocating. It swelled inside me, taunted me.
Years I have spent trying to fill a void, I hadn't even realized exsisted until now. This was a void of real feeling, real love, real being. The real me. So much of my precious time has been spent trying to figure out all the kinks in my lifestyle. Trying to figure out how to get the nicest, cleanest, biggest house. How to make the most money. How to have the most friends. Quantity has reigned superior over quality in my life, so much, that somewhere along the way, I lost the quality of my being. I forgot who I am, and what I want, following the currents of expectation. For a long time, I've felt empty, floating around aimlessly, without realizing the origin of this emptiness. I've been filling this void of feeling, with STUFF. I've shopped, shopped, shopped. You know that old saying, 'Shop until you drop', we're all doing it you know. We're all fish, and the bowl is almost empty."
Anyways, I don't know why I felt compelled to share any of that, but I did:) Food for thought.
-Stephxoxoxo
PS: Today is day 27 of not drinking, and the only social event i've attended in that time, I happily stayed sober for. I am loving having my energy back so much, that what started out as a 30 day challenge might evolve into a long term commitment. <3