I’ll be honest and say that I never really liked Valentine’s Day. And it’s not because I’m cynical or hate love. I don’t even bat an eye when couples glorify each other on this day; it’s what the overall idea of how we adapted to celebrating our loved ones with attention. True, we should be showing our partners what they mean to us on a regular basis, but, sometimes people aren’t that romantic or comfortable.
My husband isn’t here and will be missing Valentine’s Day completely this year and I would be lying if I said it doesn’t make me a little sad. It makes me sad I won’t get to kiss him. It makes me sad I have to rely on a fifteen-thirty minute long phone call and/or a twenty minute video call with him. It makes me sad he won’t surprise me with something he thought I would like or be able to have a reason to prioritize our relationship a bit over the normal duties of our lives.
So, I thought it was the perfect time to practice self-love with a challenge that I found on Pinterest. No matter what your relationship status is, or how you feel about Valentine’s Day – YES, it’s important to show love to those you care about but YES, you should also show love to yourselves.
The first day is to share my thoughts and I thought that it would be best to do this in blog post form. Not only will it keep me focused and have a space to document, but because I’m at my parents’ house and I spaced on bringing my notebook. *Gasp!*
Day 1: Write out your feelings.
It’s hard to take a hard look in the mirror and say that something has to change about your life. I’m tired of allowing the trauma to trickle into my life. I’m tired of having to explain the torment I felt from the sexual abuse I have been exposed to and it being the reasoning behind my fucking anxiety. Am I going to stop swearing and being negative? Well, no. Because I have never been the girl to say, “hey guys! How are we all DOING todayyy??!” that just isn’t me.
Me sitting here and saying that things are changing isn’t that I”M changing. It means that I’m going to be more raw with you. I’m going to choose to curse instead of filtering because I normally swear. It means I’m going to talk about the things that make me laugh and if I want to come on here and say that my life fucking sucks, then I’m going to.
I lost sight in why I created a blog in the first place. I started blogging to be able to talk about how I felt and what makes me tick. I don’t want to filter about how I’m feeling anymore. If that makes me the most negative blogger you have come across, which in that case, you don’t read many “real” blogs – then so be it. I don’t want to shrink myself anymore; not for anybody out there.
I feel sad that I have wasted so much of my life trying to prove that I was good enough when all I wanted was for someone to tell me that I don’t need to change to be that. Instead I got shit on because of who I was dating, how they lied about how I was, and a bunch of anonymous messages claiming they were just pretending to be my friend because they felt sorry for me.
I feel sad whenever I see that my blog isn’t growing and not because I feel entitled to it, but because I wonder what I’m doing wrong. I wonder why I grew so much at first and not at all now. It takes so much energy because I’m taking advice on how to grow and it’s going SO slowly – and when I get anxious about this, my first instinct is to isolate, to delete my accounts, and that makes me angry.
For the most part, I feel okay.
I feel like I’m at the beginning to a drastic change in my life. I hope deep in my soul that once Nathan is released, we can put this pain behind us once in for all: our exes, trauma from sexual abuse on both of our sides, and the pain and anger we brought into our marriage because our families were selfish. It’s not impossible but we are going to be needing to focus on each other more. We are going to have to go to a marriage workshop or counseling. We are going to need to focus on dating and maybe even start over on ground zero and forget about the fucking drama he has exposed me to since meeting him. I’m not fucking around anymore.
I feel good because I’m adjusting better than I thought. I tackle paying the bills and doing things I never thought I could like carry the kids through the grocery store, driving everywhere, and parking. I feel great for getting all of this stuff done but having no energy left for myself – hence, the challenge. I’m proud of myself for the progress that I have made.
And you know what?
It’s okay.
It’s okay if it takes me years to get to the goal of having 1,000 subscribers and I’m okay with never getting there. I know that if I try my hardest and stay true to myself, I won’t fall out of love with blogging again. I refuse to filter myself to prevent hurt feelings on people who CHOOSE to check out my blog. I refuse to allow people to shame me for “being negative” when I clearly state that this blog is for me to express myself, not impress you. Life isn’t always peachy and a lot of shitty things happen to me.
Of course I’ve done some lying because I was embarrassed about the truth. Now there is absolutely nothing that I’m hiding. Do you want more? Back when my husband and I were engaged, I got furious about his sexual past because he lied about it. He told me that if I ever have an opportunity to do something, to go ahead because of freebies. I hung out with my best friend and he kissed me and I allowed it because of a freebie. I got yelled at for it and so I left. One thing led to another with my friend and we had sex on a few occasions. It felt nice to not be triggered having sex with someone because, I cared about numbers back then and both guys I slept with, I knew who and how many times, and all of those details and that shit killed me. But not with him because I never asked.
You want more? Okay.
I have considerably emotionally cheated on Nathan on numerous occasions. Sure, I flirt, like crazy but there is something strong I feel for this other guy that I always questioned if I married the wrong one. I love him. I love Nathan and both of them feel like real love and both add something different to my life. Both are passionate, fun, and securing. But both are also hard and tiring. I would do anything to be there for both of them. I care drastically for each. And I never want to have a life without them in it and, right now, I don’t have either of them, and, it hurts really bad. And, I feel sad about it. I feel sad that love has all of these rules, ideas, and I just feel like shit at every waking second.
So, I’m an open book. I understand that you want a positive blogger but I can’t be positive all of the time, I tried that and I didn’t feel like myself. I don’t want society to tell me how to be a writer, how to parent, how to love, and how to be a person. As babies, we are given this graph of how we should be and what we should be doing, but I’m not a duplicate – I’m a prototype for myself – and I feel the same way for my babies.
I just want to be happy and honestly, if you think lowly of me, then stay off my blog. You don’t have to check it out, you don’t have to read, you don’t have to leave comments – I just hope that if you enjoy my blog that you will tell me, that you will come back, that you will support me because we all have this sick need to be seen as good, but none of us are pure, we just aren’t. We all know it, too, because life happens and you’re traumatized, you’re bothered, you’re angry because we all have expectations because of the normal that are shoved down our throats since birth. And, I’m so tired of it.
So, I feel a lot.
I feel happy that we are at my parents house because someone can have actual conversations with me. They can sympathize because they see how hard the kiddos are. We talk, we laugh, and I have a second to myself. It feels good to actually vocalize how I’m feeling. I feel happy because with the stress of the kiddos NEEDING to be at this certain spot, I allow them to grow at their own pace, and enjoy their childhood.
I feel sad because my husband isn’t home to enjoy this with me. I feel sad that we have gone from talking to each other all day, every day, and now we have no more than an hour to talk, if we are lucky. I feel sad that I failed him. That his company failed him. That the police failed him. And that he failed himself.
I feel angry that people can get away with committing crimes because of depression and whatever else. I feel angry that people confuse rape with sex. I feel angry that my suicide attempt was used as leverage against my husband to take advantage of him. I’m angry that she’s getting away with what she did because the state protects her. And I’m angry that she knew what she was doing.
I feel broken that I will always remember that my husband was sexually assaulted and I didn’t make his life easier. I feel broken to have watched my husband hurt himself and had to rush him to the hospital, when he almost didn’t come home with me because Crisis intervened. I still see a belt around his neck. I still hear him trying to say goodbye to me and I told him to get home instead. I still feel him shaking me awake after having a nightmare.
I feel lonely because all I have ever wanted to do was write and the world tries to invalidate that. I feel like the arts are shot down but people want tattoos, want beautiful paintings, want furniture, browse websites, read books, etc. – guess who made those? Artists of some sort! So, art DOES matter and they ARE “real jobs” and I have always been more creative than anything else. I feel lonely that my numbers aren’t growing as fast as I anticipated and I feel lonely because my friends don’t always reply. It’s not entitlement, I’m not angry, it just takes a lot of energy for me and I get anxious about why they don’t care anymore. I don’t choose to have social anxiety, it just happened, and I’m trying to beat it this year.
I feel overwhelmed because of everything demanding my attention, not having my other half with me, and trying to improve all areas of my life. I work on adding one more thing every single week. This week, I have added being social for my blog. I have been working on commenting on other blogs again and being brave to expose myself to the mental health community again, which can be pretty triggering.
But above everything else, I feel tired.
I feel tired of having to decide if what I’m feeling or thinking is what I believe in or something that was projected onto me. I feel tired of wondering what is wrong with me. I feel tired of not knowing where I stand – and quite frankly, I’m tired of secretly caring.
I’m tired of it hurting me when someone says something mean to or about me. I’m tired of people turning themselves into a victim when I say that they hurt me. I’m tired of filtering myself and being miserable because of it – I created a blog to truly express myself and I keep getting shoved right back in my shell. I’m tired of allowing people to tell me who I am, I want to take back control. I want to be me before I was abused and traumatized from it. I want to be happy. I want to be the person I was before and I refuse to listen to others anymore.
I’m tired of being proud of myself only to second guess my worth because of negative or no interaction. I’m just done. I feel truly done with allowing the opinions of others infiltrate self-worth, relationships, parenting, blogging, and so much more.
You do what you want and from here on out, I’m going to do it for me, even if I’m alone. And there are going to be setbacks, the anxiety inside of me will scream that I’m not good enough. But, I AM good enough. I don’t like being negative but I also don’t like fucking hurting either. I don’t want to change because some stranger on the Internet thinks I should, I’m changing because I WANT to. I’m DONE living like this and I’m going to save myself .
Man, it feels REALLY good to get that out. I’m not going to update my blog every single day about what I did and I won’t be doing all of them or in order, but I’m going to show love to myself, every single day, for the rest of my life and I will talk about my experience at the end of it all.
Thanks for reading.