I’m having one of those days today where I have become more and more detached as the day has gone on. Although I wasn’t fully with it this morning, it was nothing I couldn’t handle – just a little slice of what I knew could be a lot worse. But then, a trigger set me off. Not so much a trigger really as a thought pattern that will not be surprising to those of you who suffer from depression and anxiety.
Since I graduated from university a couple of months ago, I have done a J1 visa and returned just over 2 weeks ago to Ireland. Throughout my stay in the States, I was working part-time and trying not to think about what would happen when I returned to the Emerald Isle. I knew that, especially considering the degree I did, it would be tough to find a job but I figured it would all work itself out.
After 2 weeks of sitting around, in bed all day watching episode after episode of Orange is the New Black, True Blood and Pretty Little Liars, I finally decided today was the day to get off my backside and at least try to be productive. I have been applying for jobs online for a few months and I decided it was time to tackle any potential places of employment in person. My mom, god bless her, kind of got me going by going and sorting out the printing of CV’s early in the morning and even stapling them together for me. It really helps sometimes when you’re feeling disinterested in something to have someone give you a gentle nudge – ever so slight mind you – to get you a bit active. So off I went into town and began calling into shops.
Irritation built a little at the reactions of some of the workers in shops who claimed that managers were not accepting CV’s at the moment (I’m nearly sure one of them was outright lying but, that being said, is mere speculation on my part). Finally two places accepted a CV – one was hiring, one was not. After this, I started to head towards the local social welfare office, something I genuinely never envisioned myself having to do. I’d been putting it off and off but for anyone, especially someone with depression and anxiety, literally having nothing to do and no means to do it with can be devastating to an already dodgy situation. As I walking there, I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach…
I reached into my bag, pulled out a CV and took in a sharp breath of air. There it was. Right in front of me. The WRONG CV. First, I panicked a little, then I just got really angry. There was no way that shop was even going to consider me for employment now, I thought, this CV looks awful. After a while my anger faded and something else kicked in. That voice that will tell you how worthless and stupid and terrible you are. “Of course the wrong CV printed out,” the voice said, “it’s YOU. Everything goes wrong for you. You will NEVER catch a break. You have NO luck. Why are so surprised that happened? Life hates you. Someone up there must be having a fine time messing things up for you. They just want you to have a long, hard, cruel existence where things will forever keep going wrong for you.”
This voice mulled around in my head for hour. I tried to fight back. Stop being so melodramatic, I told myself. Stop blowing things out of proportion, you don’t have a hard life and if you think you do you’re a stuck up little bitch. Ha! Look at you thinking that your life is HARD. Your life isn’t hard – YOU are just WEAK.
And so on it went, a constant string of worthlessness, dramatics, weakness…
So what did I do? I consumed an inordinate amount of sugar. And what did that do? Well it just made feel even worse about myself.
And now, I am sitting here in a kitchen chair with a cup of tea, looking blankly at this computer, not even quite sure of the words I am writing or what I have written. I don’t feel like I’m here. I am completely out of it. But it’s one of those detachments where I don’t feel like I’m outside of my body, rather I feel like I’m lost in some in-between.
I can’t hold a conversation properly. I think I’m boring people. I would say I am but maybe that’s melodramatic too. And I can’t stop thinking of all the bad things that have happened so far in my life. My stomach is churning as I realize how useless I really am. My mind is going back, through the reel, not that it even has to search that far. In fact, it doesn’t have to search at all. I can feel them all in my head. All of the memories. All of the emotions. All of my failures. All of things that prove that I am useless. All battling to take first place in my head.
And all I can do is sit here and drink my tea and hope that they have crawled back into wherever it is that they come from by tomorrow.
That’s all I can do.