Just a little rant here because... well I am feeling it right now.Ā
Iāve been binge watching/listening to Elan by Nightwish because damn... beautiful voice and the happiness and passion with which Floor Jansen sings... angelic. Captured my heart.
Despite that, there is a part in the song that just made me think some things about myself. Not things I havenāt known, but it just brought them back to the front full force. They are having fun shooting that music video. At least they look like it. Who knows. But their faces sayĀ āIām having a blast, Iām in my elementā.
I miss that feeling.
My problem is that these days I canāt seem to put things in check. On the outside I am stoic and in control. I may wear frustration on my face, I may look like I am feeling, but itās nothing compared to how I used to feel, just raw ungodly emotional turmoil. It was glorious. I miss that.Ā
I had a friend I called myĀ āemotional cheerleaderā. She was more tempered than I was. I was a tempest unleashed, I was a firestorm, I was a force to be reckoned with. I happenedĀ to events. I was so extreme in the positive, that it often came back extreme on the other end, and I needed someone to temper all those edges. She held me in check most days. Kept the rage contained, encouraged the happiness, and lifted up the sad. I know she understands my gratitude, we talked about it often and she knew how deeply and intensely I felt.
I miss that intensity. I miss that depth of emotion. I miss being able to be that extreme and still have it in check. As an adult now, out on my own, in a state nowhere near the friends I grew up with, I fear letting go like that ever. I was a tornado, and my friends I grew up with knew that. The friends I have now... theyāve never seen that level of passion from this controlling, boring person I am now. The word spontaneity scares me now. I used to run across boulder filled river beds at full speed, ears full of Linkin Park. I used to jump over tables and be up for any adventure any time. Now all I think about isĀ āwow, I almost knocked my head on that corner, I could have split my skull openā orĀ āout in the forest at midnight?? insanity, we could get hurtā. I fearĀ life. I fear living like I used to live. I was intense but I felt everything, and my intensity wasnāt unchecked. Now I am scared, and barely feel what I know I should be feeling.
This isnāt entirely a problem except when I get all uppity about not feeling like I used to feel. I then tend to go to the extreme, searching for that elusive rush I used to feel just from living. But I donāt have anyone or anything stopping me. I used to get the rush from waking up, from existing. Not saying I didnāt have negative emotions, that I didnāt wish I were dead - I did. I never acted on those emotions, but they let me know I was still alive - dead men feel nothing. It let me know to keep going. But now... now I just keep pushing. I go to an unacceptable extreme searching for that feeling of lifeĀ that I keep searching for, but never finding.
These musicians having a great time shooting this music video, even though it was probably their 30th time shooting that scene that week, made me remember I have to get over this overarching depression I am in. Iām not suicidal, but the impact it has on my life is nothing to ignore. I have gained weight, I doubt every action I make, I second guess every friendship I have ever had, and I find it hard to even get up to cook food (which is a large reason I have gained so much weight and my bank account looks the way it does).Ā
This music video may be just another video to most of you, but itās reminded me to live life. To fight myself for that happiness. That no matter what that little voice in my head says, my achievements matter - it doesnāt matter that other people have done the same thing, I did it too. My degree isnāt a sham. My occupation wasnāt an accident and is something to be proud of, not afraid Iām going to lose. My health is in my hands and my hands alone, and my body can go back to being something I am proud of.Ā
















