do any of you get debilitated by the reality of how awful humans are and how fucked the world is? on a existential, grand, fundamental reality scale, not like, “lots of people have been mean to me and they suck”. But as in the trajectory of humanity is totally fucked and has been for tens of thousands of years and no one is looking to or willing to do anything about it? or even admit its all fucked up and wrong. and its getting exponentially worse.
National Debt…
Jeasus fucking Christ. Why does anyone even talk about national debt?!!! Debt to who?!! It’s not fucking real.
Ive Fixed How To End Capitalism! Lol
I’ve fixed ending Capitalism!
Stop all new production now. We have enough of everything. If we knew that everything that exists is all there is, we would treat it differently. Lots of jobs would disappear. Money wouldn’t be nessersary as all utilities are free. Limits obviously.
Learn how to fix, re use and repurpose everything. And as people settle into having more time, new human priorities would emerge. And communities and systems could be built around that
Grow food
Anyone who wants to work can work at any of the jobs we still need doing. For fun.
Make the work human. Not a job. Re structure how it is all done
No dogs in hats smoking cigars. Humans using all their wisdom to live in freedom given the consequences of the past 20,000yr fuxk up
That is our current situation
2 acres of land each
Racism?
If race was such a issue in America, why aren’t they talking about Latinos? Why is race a black issue? Why are white supremacists rife in Latinos? Cause it’s a culture war. Not a race issue. Black American culture is redneck shit. It’s the lowest common denominator.
January 26th 2021
The universal human animal. We aren’t all unique and individual. There is a universal animal under all of us. That should be the guiding force
Life isn’t long enough to get to know yourself and your environment and your interactions with the ever changing environment let alone all the stupid domesticated human shit.
why there is so much pain.
why there is so much pain.
I understand that emotions come from somewhere and have a reason. i know where all my trauma and pain comes from. i know why i have emotional crisis. and why i have the defensive behaviors i have. but i dont know why i STILL am feeling and traumatized by everything thats ever happened to me.. why all the things ive ever felt affect me every day. why my emotions are so overwhelming, uncontrollable and unmanageable. why they pile on and grow beyond reasonable for the situation. i have processed everything that has ever happened to me. many times. on many levels. and yet the pain is still here. the pain has always been there. i have always been discontented. up and down. always in agony for no reason. life isnt that bad for me, but it hurts to exist. ive always felt bad for feeling se depressed and fucked up when my life isnt as bad as it is painful. everything is even more painful at the moment due to my isolation. i withdrew cause of trauma and hurt and repeated relationship failures and my bpd characteristics ruining relationships. but now im so far from reality and bpd has taken over so much, i dont feel capable of forming healthy relationships, or coping with them while they occur. all the evidence i have shows me that any relationships will end anyway. and when it ends it could hurt so bad and could ruin my life for over 5 years and i believe i would probably die if i got my heartbroken again. all this means im now too scared to interact with people. i have no confidence in myself with other people and no belief or trust in other people that they wont destroy my life. when the pain is bad at the moment, i dont feel like i can survive life another day. every moment. every task. every second i have to keep doing things for myself, brings me closer to wanting to never do any of it again. i hate life. i hate what life is. what we have to do. what survival is. its shit for everyone. but at least most people have someone to help them. a physical person in their life they can have on going conversations with, a company to work for, family members nearby, someone or something to share the weight and responsibility of life with. or they could just so conditioned/trapped/blind that they can actually be happy existing in their lives in this world, with a shit job and shit family and shit beliefs, caring about what they are told they should. but my whole life is about me. me surviving, on my own for me. work only for me. art only for me. activities only for me. living, only for me. and yes. that is the “point of all it”, we only have ourselves, our lives should be lived for ourselves, etc etc. but myself doesnt want to. i hate life. i dont want to do life for me. id rather i didnt. i want to find a way out. i need to find a way to survive outside the system that exists that is killing humanity. i tried a way out on my own and it has driven me mad. i thought i had someone to forge our own path with. but that wasnt ever to be. i cant do it alone. as a solo female i am too vulnerable to do so much of what i want to. i am so limited by my physicality. i cant do things in public without being approached. i cant go out at night. and also you need someone to teach you dangerous or new shit. im not gonna go climb, or get on a dirt bike or ski out in the wild on my own for the first time. id probably die. im not enough. im not enough for me to live for. im not enough to enjoy life. im not enough to do the things i want to do. i dont care enough about my life. there is nothing i want. nothing i enjoy any more. nothing i can do on my own. ive kinda done it all anyway. ive done so much. i want a break. like i dont want to see new things for a bit. i have travel fatigue. ive dont everything on my own. i used to love it. but im over it. im tired. i need help. i want someone else to see me and my life and want to be a part of it.
im so so so confused about who i am now. take away bpd and i dont exist. take away people and i dont exist. my personality was bpd traits. im anxious continously. always on edge. always worried. nervous. always on the verge of tears. and on the verge of a burst of rage. i think about how i wish i didnt exist all the time. i belive i cannot survive life. i dont want to survive life. i dont see it as possible. i dont want the moment to pass, the emotion to pass, this too shall pass. i am so sick of everything changing and passing all the time. it never stops. this too shall pass isnt a relief, its the cause of my pain. the constant unknow changing of everything i am, feel, think, do, want. i cant take it any more. and mindfulness, all i am really doing is ignoring the reality of how much i hate living. trick yourself moment by moment that everything is alright. like the dog in the middle of the fire meme. or mom saying the fire is lovely when it had gone out. the bigger picture isnt ok, and by saying right now is ok, you are missing that actually i cant stand existing. i dont like anything any more. and even if i do its only for the moment im doing it. my life is so only about the fucking moment that each moment has to be constantly doing shit, aware, doing the right thing. it never ends. you cant get to a point and take a break from it all, or be finished. life and all its crap and changes never ever stops. you always have to do dishes. you alwyas have to buy new shit. you always have to eat right and excersize. you always have to work. cause as soon as you stop it all goes away. uyou cant enjoy it. you just have to fucking do it all. non stop. forever. and i wont, cant, dont want to. i didnt sign up for this. its not fair. this isnt my choice. cool yeah everyone is inthe same boat, but for some reason i can see things most people cant and i cant do it. i cant bring myself to exist in this world. cause my probelms arent all internal. they are the real world too. every single thing about the whole planet is wrong. everything. everything is one stu[id decision on top of another, made by stupid, un informed, biased, men for control of the masses, power and money, over and over, till we have got to this hell we exist in today. where every single part of our lives is completly unnatural. we have never ever beeen so un human. and its shows everywhere. in mental health. physical health, adictions, gun crime, community, family, every single part of our lives is broken. as well as what we have done and are gonnna keep doing to the planet and to me how deeply entwined that is with how deeply i know we arent living as humans should. and i feel that pain on a daily basis. part of my suffereing is from not living int he way nature intended. and i now know, in my bones, soul, animal nature, instinct, what my body and soul needs and how the world should be for us all to be able to have that. and it kills me that i cant have it, wont ever have it, and most people cant even comprehend it. and do i really wanna get into the sex part of myself. everything i believe about the whole of sex, sex work, everything that exists around sex, is entirely ad odds with what our current reality is and i can see how far ahead of my time my thinking is. and i doubt the mainstream will ever catch up to my understanding of sex and intimacy and sex work. and how that all ties back into our natural human needs. this means i dont, cant and probably wont ever have the sexual and intimiate relationships i know i want and need. let alone knowing that i am abhorent to most people because of my beliefs. this knowledge about how my body needs touch and the intimacy it needs, the sexual relationships and kind of sex i need and know is natural makes my body, soul and mind ache and scream for what it can never have. my body hurts from not being interacted with how it should. i am living out of my time. and it is agony. i cant just learn to cope with my mental health. i have to learn to cope with being me in the world that currently exist. however if i am to ever do anything to be able to survive life, exist, share my ideas, knowledge, art and life, then i am going to need to be able to over come bpd in my relationships and learn how to have healthy ones. that means first i need to learn how to cope with my emotions, learn how to move past all the past trauma, hurt, mistrust and handle the real world and living in the world i hate. handle my ups and downs, the changes and flow of life. learn how to motivate my life, work and creativity, figure out who i actually am and who i am bringing to any future relationships and manage my depression and anxiety, before i can think about meeting people and beggining to relieve some of the agony that is coming from existing purly for myself when i dont want to.
This Is Americaaaaa
I wanted to write about lonliness but i just got so angry and hate every one that i dont think I can. I am at walmart for the night and this fucking cunt just parked next to me in this junk old rig and left their noisy ass engine running which then reminded me that the same junk ass looking rv woke me up at 5 o fucking clock the other day by having the same earth shaking, piece of shit engine running for half an hour. at 5 o fucking clock. how are people so fucking inconsiderate and ignorant.This whole country is just inconsideration and ignorance. I dont think i can stand it much longer. the people are so fucking awful it has ruined my whole life. its fucked up my mental health. i got abused. mulitple times. friendship over here is a joke. money goes out faster than it comes in and every single person over here is lying about what they are really like. the whole nation is blind to itself. ohhhh we are so caring and christian and friendly and kind. No they arent, They are the exact opposite. they would step on anyone in a second to get one over for themselves. Dont tread on me. Dont fuck me over cause im fucking you over. dont stop me being a ignorant cunt who steps on everyone else. freedom. americaaaa. yeah this isnt what real life is like. you know. in civilised countries. like england and basically the whole of europe. even the aussies arent as fucked up as americans. aussies are actually open and genuine. its not a front like in america. aussies dont have toxic masculinity. they are just masculine. americans are so fucking insecure that everything here is toxic. its such a trashy. selfish. ignorant, idividualitstic, me first, fuck everyone else society. even people with money are trash. this country doesnt even begin to understand the concept of class. or civility. manners. appropriate public behaviour. they are sooooo fucking glad they arent regulated and fight against it so hard when anyone tries, but this is what happens when you let a massive group of uneducated, primitive people do what they want. its a fucking shit show. everyone shitting on everyone else. America has sucked the life out of me. it has nearly killed me, cause im real and sensitive and i actually care about the general wellbeing of all human beings.i believe in our fundamental nature. and this is place is the opposite of all that. every part of life here denys the fundamental human nature. everyone is suppressed from birth so the people can be controlled, to be good workers, to fit into the machine designed to keep them in their place. take away all natural human need and pleasure and replace it with toxic, limiting, suppressing and unachievable things. and then they are told off for not being better. even if they are the most succesful people in the world. drag them down. and then wonder why they are all so empty, anxious, fat, miserable, sick, murderous, abusive, divided and unsatisfied. the whole culture, system, society, every part of american life is abusive. abused people abusing others cause thats is what they had to go through, so everyone else should too. that is why i am the way i am now. im so used to people fucking me over cause they have been fucked over, that i am doing it too. like as simple as that stupid shitty rv. they dont care about disrupting anyone else cause they have been disrupted by someone. so fucked everyone. its happend to me and i was mad, so im gonna do it cause clearly no one gives a fuck. and that is where i am getting to. i can do it in some ways. like im the crazy lady shouting at people in the store or the dmv. but i dont like intruding on other people with my music, the way i dress, where i park, everything about how i live. cause im british and you just dont do that. its rude and uncouth. and in england people dont aspire to be trash. like they do here. soooo fucking proud or being poor, undeducated, ignorant, shitty people. everyone fighting so fucking hard to soothe their egos. overly defending themselves cause subconciously they know how shit they are. everything is insecurity. toxic masuclinity. military pride. patriotism.rasicm, white trash,big houses, things, money, status. America is a teenage country in relation to the rest of the world and it basically is a teenage boy. a fat, ugly, dumb, ignorant, sheltered, fad obsessed teenage boy, that no girl likes. even the people who are “woke”, awakened, enlightened, spirtual. all that crap. they arent. they are still american. coded from birth. even if they break through some, or lots of that, they still live here and function in this country, there is no way they have broken through all their conditioning. and it shows. gotta dress a certain way. use certain language. perform your identity. in the certain way, that screammmmms un authenticy and no idea about what enlightenement or awareness is at all. gotta be part of the group. even if youre different. yall gotta be different together. ew. i realised that last night. that is why i dont have a group of friends, never have and never wanted one. i dont want to be with a group of peope who are all the same. its super cringy to me to be the same as other people. all dress the same, perform the same interests in the same way. its great to have one person like that. that is what i always want. but being in a big group where there are lots of them like that just never held apeal.
ok now ive gone off the rant, vering towards lonliness. but its late and im tired so im gonna go to bed instead of writing that. at least i got some shit off my chest. and enjoyed free writing. so i can do that more. oh look now im writing about writing. every single thing i do becomes meta. eyeroll.
Dogs In Hats Playing Poker And Smoking
So the best analogy I have come up so far about the nature of humans as animals is that between humans and dogs. There are a variety of species of dogs, some more trainable than others, some more domesticated, some wilder, some are still wild and undomesticated, some are so over bred that hinders their quality of life. There is a spectrum of dogs from most over bred, least capeable, efficient, undog like domesticated dogs, to wild dogs born free and never domesticated. And then there are wolves. That cannot be domesticated. I see humans on the same spectrum. Some so conditioned, trained, incapeable of physical activity, incabeable of free thought, unaware of their emotions, slave to the life they have been told to have. Some let elements of their natural wildness out, through agression, extroversion, sex, drugs, etc, without knowing why. Some are are aware of the world around them, some awakened, some self aware. Some get to live wild and free. Some know they are wild but are trapped in the life they have been told to have. Some get to connect to their true selves, some to their deep human nature. There is the same spectrum of domesticated to wild. And then there are the englightened. The ones who can no longer be domesticated in any way. Who embody and experience the true spirit and nature of the whole species.
Writing About Writing
I have to write something as I have ages to kill while I wait for things to back up on my phone.
I have a few things Ive been thinking of writing:
- A Bus Sex Series
- The Nature of a Promiscuous Woman – I have not slept with a lot of men because I have fallen for a lot of mens shit. I have slept with a lot of men because I chose to sleep with them. They are my conquests. I am not theirs.
- Cycles
- Intimacy
- The Body and female strengths in enlightenment
The body is everything. As soon as awakening enters the body, enlightenment becomes possible.
Semantics
Always remember when you are listening to me, try to follow my meaning. It’s difficult, but you have to try. In that very trying you will get out of your meanings. Slowly, slowly a window will open and you will be able to see what I mean. Otherwise there is going to be confusion: I say something, you hear something else.
– Osho, Love, freedom, aloneness: the koan of relationships.
Balance, The Sexual Cycle
The balance I am searching for will resonate with women because we all have hormonal cycles. As do men. And traditional Sex only caters to one or two phases of these hormones. We all know, a certain time of the month we feel more frisky. (unless you are allowing birth control to control your life, but that is a whole other patriarchal bag of shit, and I for sure do not advocate no birth control, but suppressing our cycle suppresses ourselves and we deserve something better) back to that frisky feeling. I personally have a few days a month, and on some lucky months, up to a week, but usually 5 daysish, where I want all the dick. Every dick. Any dick. And preferably all at the same time. Constantly. This is when I want to get fucked by men. Cock hungry. I want their masculinity, their force, friction, strong hands, pounding, railing, grunting, screaming patriarchal sex. Patriarch the fuck out of me! These must be the days I’m most fertile as women were designed to receive multiple partners in order to get the strongest children. But that is only 5 days. What about the other days? There is another phase in my period where I hate all men, and want to dominate the shit out of them. I want them to feel pain and do what I want. And then the rest of the time…well I just get on with life. But there are times of the month when you want something else. There is something missing. When you are in a relationship, those days where I’m gagging for it seem few and far between. I don’t want the man I love to fuck me…even when it’s making love, it is still traditional Sex. It but is definitely closer to what I want to achieve thought. I want some other kind of intimacy. Something deeper, richer, more loving , gentle, softer, connected, more relaxed, more pleasurable. But, again maybe it’s me and my choice of men, but even when I’m in a relationship, any sign of wanting intimacy and connection leads to them trying to have sex. To relax naked, kissing, without an erection. To caress each other with no pressure of orgasm. This isn’t revolutionary. But it’s not a given like normal Sex is. If women knew we had options for different kinds of Sex that suit where we are at in our cycles, we will be more open and available more often. If men were to start to understand their cycles too then even people looking for one night stands could check with potential partners what they want and are available for that day. I’m imagining a future where men and women understand their cycles and we can be comfortable and informed enough about sexuality and Sex to talk honestly and frankly about it.
January 22nd 2018
ive been with my mom, around people, in busy towns, cities, campsites, beaches, doing things for the last 4 weeks and its time for a break. i was feeling grubby today on my way to starbucks and then the beach. when i realised i only feel grubby cause im in cities and around city and town people, not country people who generally are dirty from work. ive also been in very posh and mostly white areas too. not much poverty around these parts. i miss being away from the cities. where trivial stuff matters less. where i feel less judged. where i dont feel the constant pressure to spend money, consume, shop, partake. its a constant onslaught of the senses. i have lived in the biggest cities in england for the first 26 years of my life but since leaving them and spending more and more time in the countryside, small towns and villages, and mostly, the wilderness, i havent wanted to go back. The only city ive lived in since i left london was las vegas. and that isnt a normal kind of city. it runs on fun, pleasure, tourism, excitement, experiences. working there is being a part of a system that provideds millions of people with a dream, a getaway, a world unlike any other. the city doesnt have hoards of paper pushers and bullshit jobs. its a service city. everyone is a entertainer. obviously i know there are still normal, non tourist/service jobs there. but its those service jobs that are the backbone of society, not just services propping up a city of paper pushers or tech workers.
dont tread on me
living in america is a constant onslaught of things, people and ideas that threaten who i am. i face a daily barrage of situations and events that make me question everything about the world i live in and what i thought i knew and what i think of as right or wrong. the people and the places are so diverse that it has created infinite differences in each person. no two people experience any one thing the same. im sat here in starbucks. a busy one. and a fat old white man in the corner has a radio station playing on his phone at full volume. a man sat around the corner could hear it. we can all hear it. it is intruding upon every single one of our lives. because of what that fat idiot thinks is ok. everyone thinks different things are important and are offended by different things so almost every interaction is negative for someone when another person is expressing what they are ok with. there is no common behaviour that everyone observes in order to create less impact and intrusion on the lives of people around us. there is no standard manners. no common courtesy. no mutual understanding that we are living in an ever busy and intrusive world and we should all contribute to create the least impact we can on our fellow people.
i used to be disgusted by what i thought was the mentality behind the “dont tread on me” merch people have. but over only a few months of moving around america, i feel like i am heading towards thinking exactly that. dont tread on me motherfuckers. every single one of you obnoxious self important pricks who dont have any concept of the societal disease they are and are spreading to others. this wasnt what i thougt was behind the “dont tread on me” idea. i saw it as a anthem for people who wanted to be obnoxiously themselves. but now i see it is a mentality of fear, being threatened, constantly being made to feel like you are the only one that xyz matters to and are the only one upholding the standards that you see as right.
i am pretty fucking out there myself when it comes to what i think and things i do. but i dont do it while speeding, blasting my music, pushing past people, shoving myself in peoples faces, shouting, not saying thank you or sorry, not letting age go before beauty or ladies first. i work hard when i am around other people to do what is right. i know i do this because i can also be the complete opposite. when i am in the wrong mood i will purposely try to make other people feel bad. be obnoxious, on the attack. breaking rules on purpose to piss off people, being rude to people, ignoring others. i am openly angry and threatening when things dont go my way. i enjoy making everyone around me as miserable as i am. and i especially like them to know when i think they have done something wrong or to slight me. i give people the finger tens of times in a single day. i am, right now, repeatedly looking over at mr fat radio and giving him the evil eye. i had a screaming argument in the bathroom with an old woman yesterday cause she moved my bag. so i know how to be that complete asshole. but i know who i want to be. i know what to do to make me the happiest. i know what behaviours serve me and adds to my life and which dont. ive also been on the receiving end of a huge variety of behaviours and know that they too can have a huge impact on my life, mood and mental health. i like being and getting, that positive boost in someones day. someone smiling at you randomly or smiling back at you in passing. someone making a funny joke in the line at the store. someone holding the door open for you. the chat you get in with a stranger for a few minutes. the person that lets you out of a side road in busy traffic. the person that flashes a thanks or a wave from their car. its tiny actions that are easy and make your day lighter, that could have an even bigger impact on the person on the recieving end of the gesture.
i live and work alone on the road with no family in this country and no friends for thousands of miles around. all my human interactions are with strangers on the street or in stores and restaurants, hiking, or just hanging out in the bus. i know im not alone in being alone like this. so these interactions are quite important for a lot of people. i would love there to be a few new rules written up on etiquette and manners and distributed to whole nations. we are all so different and instead of offending each other and dividing us even more, if we were able to act with common courtesy as well as being unique individuals we would all feel less threatened by the other and have less of a daily onslaught of difference and threats to our selves and identities. if i knew each time i went out in public it wouldnt be like running the gauntlet of possible ways in which strangers can unknowingly ruin my day, life might be slightly less stressful and negative.
i am constantly looking for ways to make myself happier and my life more harmonious. i want to understand the world and myself in relation to it. i asses my behavious and feelings and look into their origins in order to understand who i am and what i need. i am in constant negotiation with the world as it changes around me and within me. the daily onslaught of difference makes me think deeply about myself and what i believe, so i am constantly re defining and working these ideas, refining them and reasurring myself of them. i feel like if i can figure it all out i can write my manifesto of myself and not have to think about it any more. i will be solid in myself. but even while saying that i know that i already have it. i am it. i am me. there arent pieces missing i have to figure out. i am currently in a situation where i cant freely move between all elements of myself so what myself is feels threatened and i am worried that it isnt what i thought it was. but i have to remind myself that is just that. elements of myself that i cant be in certain siturations. they arent gone. or not valid. i dont have to rethink who i am in order to understand how i feel right now. its all part of a whole. unfortunately my whole has to be compartmentalised in certain situations. but i have chosen my life this way. i am not living a life of dealing with what comes along and taking what i am given. i do what i want and question everything. maybe that is why i like the idea of some grounding social guidelines. some behaviours i can rely on and connect to others through becuase there arent many common connections in the rest of my life. good manners are the basis of a good day for me, my grounding. without it i am wild, angry and miserable. with it i feel open, kind and positive about myself and the world and people around me.
Deep Thought = Legitimate Work
Deep thought as deep work. Deep thought as legitimate work. Deep thought and it’s productivity in relation to my writing. In order to be a great writer you must have great ideas. And to get great ideas you usually need to spend time thinking about ideas and their possibilities and pursuing different ideas. Many great artists have and still do sequester themselves away from Soceity and often civilization in order to create. Most people do not have the luxury of prolonged periods of deep thought. However due to the unusual lifestyle I’ve lead over the past 7 years I’ve found myself with more and more time for deep thought. I am now at a point where my life is almost solely devoted to deep thought. I also have been pursuing the opposite. The ability to stop all thought and just exist in the moment. To sense. To be. And to be content. I am really happy with how far I have come with both of these polar states. But now I am wondering if too much deep thought could be detrimental to productivity. Especially in my case. I have always been a dreamer. A ideas person. I love fixing and solving. But I’m not much of a doer. I don’t actually put the ideas down or pursue them very often…..I’m pausing. I’m not sure that is true. I’m living in a school bus in America without a job or responsibilities, exactly what i wanted, my idea. Maybe more of the reality is that I have had a long period where I haven’t been able to put my thoughts into actions or successfully pursue ideas. And for the last year I have been having more ideas than usual and I haven’t been in a situation to put much down on paper or act on anything. Now I’m at the point where the deep thought has yielded enough fruit for me to work on and really get my teeth into. So I’m going to have to start locking myself down to write for these periods of deep thought with increasing regularity. Like I have been. I have to be accountable to myself and acknowledge what my goals are and keep going. i am my creation and my creativity and my creative outlet. acting on my ideas i have and are excited about will serve me the best.
17th December
im so in to the being true to yourself thing at the moment because i havent know what myself was for the past 4 years. four years ago i was in a really good place. i knew who i was, what i liked, how i wanted to live, how i wanted my future to look. i had a goal, i had a calling, i had passion and motivation and i was quite content. i have struggled all my life with emotional ups and downs from PMDD, BPD and suspected Bi-Polar, but i was in a good place 4 years ago. then one day it all changed. i met one person who would destroy my life and myself. the first 6 months was manageable. six months later i didnt know who i was, what i wanted or what mattered to me. that relationship and its breakdown massively exacerbated my pre existing mental health issues. i didnt know how i would feel from one minute to the next, let alone, days or weeks away. i didnt know why i was feeling the way i was, or if it would ever stop or go away. i could barely exist for almost three years. id have days where i would feel like a normal person, happy, optimistic, id make plans, id feel like i knew who i was somewhat, in that moment. but then out of nowhere i could end up in bed, hysterically crying, panicking and really not knowing if id make it through the next 30 minutes. i felt like a spaceman whos line had been cut and was drifting into the nothingness of space, disconnected from reality and slipping further and further away.
i dont want to cut a long story short, but my journey out of that isnt the point right now, so i will just say that over the past year with many daily hours of deep work on myself, the fear, uncertainty and unfamiliarity with myself has faded. i didnt think id ever be able to just be me and be happy. i didnt think id ever know who i was or why i was the way i was. so the understandings of myself, who i am, what i want in life, what i believe of life and how i am choosing to live it, that i am having now, are even more exciting and important to me than they could ever have been. i was mentally and emotionally at rock bottom. i used to be so sure of myself, so passionate, so me. not only does the fact that ive come so far embolden me, but the fact that what has emerged as my passions, beliefs, interests, morals, future plans and vision of my future, all line up with and are richer more developed versions of where i was 4 years ago. maybe i needed to be knocked down in order to learn the strength of my passion and belief in my life path. it is not a easy one and i am going to have to be strong. but it sure is exciting for me at the moment. it is even more important for me to be true to myself, now i have a deeper understanding of, and connection to, who i am and how to keep developing myself.