Mixing alcohol and emotion is the worst, isnt it?
I’m learning to be kinder to myself, not judge myself so much, but I think I need to really own how much I’m repressing the feels. I recently stumbled upon Amy Young, who’s a life coach/ youtuber passionate about women’s self development -- at least thats my take-away. One of her many videos touches upon feeling feelings vs judging your feelings. Her metaphor here is that Judgement and Self Criticism is the dam that interrupts the normal ebb and flow of emotions/ feelings. Feelings are here for us to acknowledge, they allow us to process our own moral compass, and when we suppress these opportunities to feel feels, we stunt our own growth. The bigger the dam, the harsher the current when you finally deal with it. IT being the metaphoric wall you’ve put up surrounding those emotions.
So, today is tough because I’m “dealing with it” after an embarrassing night. Its been six mfkin months since I walked away from my ex, and only now am I lifting up the dam of how much it hurts even though for the last six months I have told myself daily “this is the right thing.” ‘Cause ya, it was the right thing. I can’t stress that enough, but I have been judging myself because I broke up with him, so thus I have convinced myself that I can’t be upset. WHICH IS WRONG. Oh wrong, so so so wrong and unkind of myself to my self, which I get rationally!!! And, what really solidified the “ok bitch time to deal with this issue” was not only that I drunkingly showed up at his place (again) but then decided to cry to one of his family members. So fucking embarrassing.
But, I had to get up today and face the world, continue on with my life (still had mascara on my cheek from bawling my eyes out hours earlier). I realized whilst washing my face that its because I haven’t dealt with the WHY behind trusting my gut and leaving him. The WHY I burned our relationship to the ground because I knew I had to let it go in order to grow for myself. Self sabotage should’ve been enough for me to have a moment to evaluate myself but no, here we are full of shame with a hint of hangover. And the harsh truth is that I honestly haven’t deal with the real why of my personal deep-rooted issues/ broken-ness for years at this point and my relationship was the last safety raft I had to figure out that I need to focus all my energy into ME.
I’m not going to sit here and rehash past pains and trauma, because for one: thats to come with the growth of my blog, and two: thats why I go to therapy... but I have not been honest with knowing owning these faults. Hence why this whole blog is being born; so I can face it and grow.
To start superficially, the feels: i miss him. I miss him because he is a comfort. He is a safety net for me. Yikes yall. Ugh... Owning the idea that a guy is / well was that for me is so tough. Because I am better than that, I rationally know that! But I never had the courage to confront those feelings. Without processing those feelings I can’t be better. No one could. And now I know that right now I’m reaching out in need for comfort is because I’m feeling insecure in my life right now, and more importantly it has nothing to do with him being “right” or “meant” for me.
The deeper part to this; I’m trying to figure out who tf I am. Which is so scary, especially because I have no idea who that is. I knew who she was in high school, mostly because I was surviving the broken home I was trapped in. She was a mom before she was a kid; a forced child-adult to a dysfunctional parent, but when she finally became independent ( ie went off to college ) she was terrified because she had to finally deal with all these traumas. So, instead, I didn’t!!!! I was mean/ harsh, I allowed my behavior because, well, finally the little girl who wanted to throw hissy fits could. Its not cute, I get it, but I never owned it.
Before you start to state something obvious like “haven’t you done the whole counseling thing” why yes, I sure as fuck have done the whole therapy thing and I think its why I am able to reflect better today that I could back when I left my home life permanently. But no athlete become an olympian by practicing once a week for one hour.. which is exactly the “work time” I was investing into making myself better. But until now, I haven’t defined what I think is better, I’ve had this huge dam up! Time to pivot girl, break down the dam, and learn to swim because this huge wave of emotion is no joke.
day 0 of figuring out me -- hooo ray... i think.
final note: as my brother advised me today: just keep swimming!