Discomfort and Disappointments

Well, I clearly fail at updating my blog more frequently. On the upside, I'm finally getting to a place where I'm starting to sort through all the clutter in my brain--which sort of works for me because I'm doing the same thing in my actual living space as well.

I mean, I guess calling it my living space is probably stretching things a little bit. I'm back at my parents' house for the time being, until I can get my settlement from the car accident, followed soon after by a car and, subsequently, a job. Let me just say that this is certainly not an ideal arrangement. My family is under a lot of financial strain right now, and adding another person to this mix is probably not making things much easier for them on that front. More than that, it's a personal strain for me. There are a lot of things that I'm struggling to figure out right now, and my family is not making that any easier for me.

I love my family, but we don't get along terribly well. We've never been a feelings sharing kind of family. We tend to be more of a family that places the blame, slams the doors, and makes passive aggressive quips at the dinner table. "Ketchup you say? I couldn't hear you over the sound of how much you suck." (Okay, so maybe no one said those exact words, but it's not far off!) Ultimately, we love each other, but there's never been an adequate way of showing it. And living with a group of people who may or may not love or hate you (depending on the time of day and what you've done for them lately) can be ridiculously exhausting.

Being here makes me feel like I'll never be good enough to garner the acceptance of my mother. I feel like, no matter what I do, it won't be enough to be worthy. It's my action or inaction in the house. It's my choice to get an English degree instead of a nursing degree--which she is in a constant state of trying to change my mind about with little comments like, "I never liked English. I don't really see the need for it." It's my relationships with my friends. It's my marriage. There's always something about me that just doesn't make the cut.

Then, I find myself wondering why it matters at all. If I'm never going to be good enough, then it doesn't really matter what I do at all, does it? It's time for me to start living my life for what makes me happy, not what makes everyone else happy. Of course, that's easier said than done, and it raises a whole set of questions in and of itself: What is it that makes me happy? How can I find a balance between doing what makes me happy and keeping the peace while I'm still at home? Do I have to apologize for who I am?

Mostly, being here just makes me yearn to be back out on my own again. I miss independence. I crave the ability to actually buy my own groceries, have control over my own kitchen and refrigerator. I want to the be the one who calls all the shots about how to arrange the furniture. I want to look at a mess and not be filled with resentment because I have to clean it up when I didn't make it--I want to look at a mess and know that it was all me and that cleaning it up is worth it because making it was worth it. I want to feel like I'm at peace in my own home again. Cleaning up my bedroom, arranging my desk and closets and drawers doesn't matter if I'm only coming up to my room to escape all the discord in the rest of the house. I want to be comfortable with where I'm living again.

I feel like my youth is wasting away. I should be able to go out and have a good time. I should be able to be comfortable with my life and my home. I should be having experiences, rather than sitting in my room at home and waiting for money to come to me so I can fix my fucked up life. I'm so angry about my circumstances. I'm staring to feel consumed by all the bitterness that's accumulating in me. It's not a good bitterness. It's not like the bitterness of dark chocolate which only makes the sweetness that much sweeter, the bitterness that you learn from. It's rough, tearing, horrible bitterness. It's collecting inside of me faster than I can make it go away. This bitterness just makes my need to have a life of my own again all that much more urgent to me.

It would be really great if a car and an apartment just fell into my lap. In the mean time, how do I figure out how to get it together? My counselor wants me to figure out what it is that I want to accomplish with her in my sessions. I suppose this entry alone will give me a decent place to start. The main thing I'd really like to figure out is how to lose all this anger all the time. How do I stop getting angry at other people for trying to commandeer my life? How do I stop the anger that results when other people try to make me feel like a failure for not living my life in the way that they expected me to live it? How do I do what's right for me without caring about disappointing people? I suppose if I could figure out the answers to those questions, I'd be solving everyone's problems.