I am seeing a therapist weekly already, just thought I should put that out there. I don’t really feel all that comfortable with her because she is a new therapist for me, but I talk. Also, this month is the anniversary month of my dad’s death, so that might be making everything feel worse…
I started working with children from low income families last week, and I thought I would feel like I’m having some kind of positive impact, but I feel just as worthless as before, if not more. The “curriculum” is super intense and I feel like I’m awful at it and they’d be better off with someone else. In team planning meeting today, I was supposed to demo reading the story book and I just froze and got too scared cuz I already feel like I’m doing everything wrong all the time and don’t want critique from other people now. So the team leader did the demo instead of me, and I felt like crying and then I left the meeting and cried on my way back to my room.
I have a paper to write but I am writing this first because I just feel so awful. My boyfriend visited me for the very first time about a week ago and it was really great and ever since he went back home, I’ve been feeling even worse than I did before he came cuz I fell behind on things and now I miss him on top of everything. He is my only person outside of my immediate family.
I feel like I’m always either messing up or avoiding mess-ups, like I never do anything that I feel good about. It’s either I screwed up or I didn’t screw up so I get relieved and then try again not to screw up. I went to class early today and was the only one in the classroom and listen to a song that reminded me of my dad and started crying and then the prof walked in and I stopped crying and he started talking to me about his life and asked if I was sick cuz I was still sniffling and I just dodged the question cuz I don’t want to break down in front of anyone.
My boyfriend is telling me to hold on until December cuz that’s when winter break is and he’ll visit me then and that will be good but it feels like that are so many bad days to wait through for a few good days and then it will get bad again. He is worried because I keep talking about walking in front of cars and going to the hospital because I don’t want to deal with anything anymore and need a break. I feel like I need some kind of excuse to be feeling this way and don’t have one but if I was in a hospital I’d have a real reason not to do work and school and life for a while.
I never had friends in high school so it’s not new to me and November is always hard, but in high school it felt easier to take me time whereas now I have to put on a brave face for my job and school all the time. I’m not failing any classes yet but I feel like my grades are all gonna go downhill now and I get a midterm back Thursday and I wanted an A in that class but don’t think I’ll get one cuz I don’t think I did well on the midterm. I was thinking about getting a PhD after college but I want it all to end now so I started thinking about switching to a major I hate that I could use after the 4 years, but then I would just be miserable in a different way so that’s no good. I love my major but I don’t wanna do this anymore and I can’t find a way out. I feel like I’m stuck here in this life and can’t make it better no matter what I choose or do.
Every little thing I do wrong makes me wanna cry because I feel like I’m not doing anything good for anyone. Someone asked me for directions and I didn’t know the way and wanted to cry. I was making something online for the team planning meeting tonight and accidentally deleted it and wanted to cry. When I froze up during the meeting, that felt worse than everything and I looked at my bloody cuticles (stress picking) and thought about the cutting phase I had in high school and wished I could cut without infections and danger. My mom, my sister, and my boyfriend are the reasons I don’t want to die. I’m not even one of the reasons. sometimes I think about them all dying so that I can die too without ruining their lives.
I tried to volunteer at the campus kitchen again to feel less worthless but they don’t have weekend slots anymore apparently.
I always wish I could just go to sleep and stay in bed till next month but I have to write a paper now instead. There is so much more but I will end here cuz it helped a bit to write this all out and cry a few times.
If anyone is reading this, again, I am seeing a therapist and will see her in 2 days, cuz I know everybody’s first response is “go to counseling.”
I just can’t wait for winter break. I go home December 8th.