Rearing its ugly head

What are you supposed to do with the ugliest depth of yourself that feels all the pain and jealousy and hurt? I find myself so unappealing when faced with a barrage of rejection, and then watching others succeed makes me feel like some double headed monster of self-loathing and poisonous jealousy. I don’t want to feel jealous, I wish others the best. But how do I build up a wall of resistance to the toughness of life and when do I say “I give up”? 

My “failure” feels palpable. I can reach out and touch it. I can feel it in my chest. You let yourself down again, Mol. Could have done better, should have done better. Not good enough. Never good enough. 

Being completely honest with myself I crave constant external validation. I want so badly to be told I’ve done a good job, to have my work enjoyed, to make a difference. I am so embarrassed by this, it’s shameful. But it is so hard to keep going when it’s always “maybe next time” and the negative space that follows. 

I am struggling. I try to stay afloat. I’m swimming wildly. Water keeps getting into my lungs. I cough it up, panicking. Must stay above the water. Kicking my legs like mad I pretend to be calm on the surface. I am calm I am calm. I mustn’t let this effect me. How do I let something hurt without letting it drown me? 

I kept trying to tell myself “I can do this”. I can do that. I can do that as well. I can do it. Let me try, let me show you. Let me show you how I do it. But slowly, as I get whittled down into something smaller than what I was when I started out, I’m not sure I can. I can’t do that. I can’t show you. I can’t do it. I can’t show myself anymore. 

How do I stop feeling like my heart is breaking every time the email says “unfortunately” “we regret” “not this time”? It’s not personal, but it’s personal to me. I try so hard to grow thicker skin but today it is raining and my skin is so thin and my chest is tight with so much tension and I want so much to cry in this cafe. 

And I know the last time I felt heartbreak and the last time it felt like it was never going to happen, I healed and grew and what I wanted appeared in a way that was stronger and more beautiful than I had ever imagined. But, my God, when that heartbreak is here. When all the self-doubt, self-loathing, self-pitying, ugly, ugly feelings wash in like the floodgates have been opened. I forget. I forget what I came here for, like walking into a room and not remembering why. What did I need again? What was that thing that was going to bring me joy? 

This too shall pass. It always does. But right now, in the midst of it, I find myself falling. 

Life, isn’t it?

The thing is my brain is very full. I'm not even sure that's the correct statement. I think my brain is very busy. I am sure it is busier than when I was at school, or uni. I think this is because I don't know what the next thing is so I am constantly worrying what the next thing is. 

There was a time when the grown ups would worry about the big stuff and now I am the grown up and I get even more grown up all the time and I have to worry about the big stuff even if I'm not sure what the big stuff is and how it works. 

I feel like there isn't enough time in the day to work it all out. It sort of all happens in a rush and I am left breathless, on the other side thinking "how did all that time pass?"

By "it" and "this" and "stuff" I mean all the little life bits. And big life bits. Seeing friends, maintaining and growing a career, earning money, buying food, cooking food, watching TV, reading books, going on holiday, learning facts, keeping up to date with politics in this country and around the world, being suckered into buying and consuming clothes and objects, seeing family, exercising, losing weight, teaching myself to not care about weight. 

It's all buzzing about in my head. And then I question it all. I wonder if I'm doing it right. I compare myself to others. Shouldn't I be -? Should I be -? 

And it never stops. I realise now that it won't ever stop. This is it. This is life. It will just keep coming like one long train. And that's okay, but it's a bit scary. I know it would be easier if I could perhaps be a little less neurotic about it all. 

But that's life, isn't it? It's all just never-ending until it's not. In a good way, in a bad way, in all the ways in between. 

Give yourself a break

 Things I beat myself up for on a near daily basis:

• I don’t write enough
• I didn’t write a blog post
• I didn’t send enough emails for networking
• I look at my phone too much
• I don’t eat enough fruit and veg
• I’ve eaten too much
• I drink too much
• I don’t exercise enough 
• I didn’t exercise today
• I am too lazy to recycle products that require more than just putting them into my own bin collection
• I buy too many products with unnecessary plastic packaging 
• I wasted food 
• I wasted water
• I didn’t write today
• I don’t do enough yoga
• I am not flexible enough
• I am wasting my time 
• I am wasting my time
• I am wasting my time
• I am too lazy
• I don’t do enough
• I am far behind the arbitrary goal I have set myself whatever that may be
• Everyone else is doing better than me
• Everyone else is better than me 
• I am too self centred 
• I am selfish
• I don’t recognise my privilege enough
• I am too tired
• I am so tired
• I am so, so tired.

Things I should beat myself up for on a near daily basis:

Tiny things.

My dad always says that you can't change the world, but you can change yourself, and in doing so you might positively impact others who then change themselves and so on and so on so that ultimately, in a microscopic way, you have changed the world. 

And I think I might have said something similar before, but it's on my mind a lot right now, so it's always worth repeating. 

I have noticed recently that after moments of anger or frustration I might have taken out on those around me, I instantly feel really, really guilty about it. I feel guilty for not having more compassion for the other person, for not being more mindful, for not having more patience. I feel guilty for impacting others in a negative way. This doesn't mean that my anger is never justified, but when I can look at it afterwards and feel a lot less empowered by my actions, it leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth. 

When I have a positive interaction with another person, or even if I witness someone's positivity, I feel instantly transformed. I relax, I smile, I have a skip in my step. I then take this positive energy and pass it on to the next person, thus creating (hopefully) a chain of something to feel good about. In this moment I am thinking of the TFL platform worker who welcomed customers to the station like they were entering some sort of show. Or the train driver who sings little songs about the journey on the Northern Line over the tannoy. I think of Big Issue sellers who have chatted to me, telling me about their day, wishing me the best. Or the lady who turned her car around to give me a plaster for my hand when I fell off my bike at uni all those years ago. 

These seem like tiny things, and they are, but the more compassion we have for each other, the more positive energy we share, the easier life is. When you're not holding tension and projecting everything you are stressed about onto that wanker who just knocked into you during rush hour, life is easier. You let go more. You roll your shoulders back and breathe. 

And this is isn't the primary solution for the utter mess that the government is in, or the cost of living crisis, or climate change but maybe it makes the living part of it all a tiny bit less shit. And if it's a tiny bit less shit, maybe we start making better decisions that positively impact both our own and others' lives. Either way, it does me the world of good. 

Wisteria

The wisteria on the wall in my garden is starting to bloom. I had barely noticed its green buds before it started to drip with purple flowers. But that's the thing about wisteria, it creeps up on you. It spends the majority of the year with its twisting skeleton bare against the bricks, and then all of a sudden it shouts "IT IS SPRING" as if you hadn't already noticed. 

With wisteria comes a sense of calm. Warmer, longer days ahead. A promise of sunny days spent on hot grass. The perfume of the flower is intoxicating. Sweet, hot days of May. 

Some day soon the tree will be laden heavily with its dripping, scented bloom. Huge bunches of flowers like grapes on the vine exploding out of their buds. 

And then, not long after, the purple will begin to rain onto the patio, and the life cycle will begin again. A fleeting, hopeful moment of exquisite beauty. 

An honour, it is, to witness it all. 

Happy 10th Birthday.

I missed the 10th anniversary of this blog by 3 days. I was the tender age of 14 when I wrote my first ever post. 10 years. 10 years of writing, growing, learning, becoming the woman I am today. I would like to think that I have improved my writing somewhat. Here is the first ever post (typos and all): 

"Oh hai there! It's nice to meet you!

 I've made this blog to write about issues I believe to be important and my views on the world and its current happenings. I also intend to write about me, growing up and being a teenager. To hopefully encourage or amuse those who choose to read my blogs posts. I love to write so this should be more than a delight to keep up and should hopefully help me develop my skills as a writer and help me become the writer and desire to be. To sum it up I want to share with the world what I think and my life and my interests and dislikes to be a part of this fast growing culture we have created on our friend the internet. 

So there it was my first blog post on my first ever blog! Don't worry they won't always be as short or as boring as this but we all have to start somewhere, right?" 

Bless her (my) little soul. I wonder what she'd say if she saw herself now. I think she'd be proud, and excited, and perhaps a little scared of all that was to come. 

To the next 10 years, whatever they may hold. 

When the world is burning, act with compassion.

When I was younger, and I'm talking the ages of 14 to 20, I may have tried to make sense of the conflict in Ukraine by writing some misguided post on the matter. As I have got older, I have learnt that sharing poorly informed, outraged responses to various current affairs helps precisely no one. And I say this for posts and articles not written by myself as well (I have in mind the shocking but unsurprising "It's easier to relate to because they're European and white" sentiments from our biggest news outlets at this moment in time). 

I say this because I genuinely believe that consuming outrage and fear and anxiety and regurgitating outrage and fear and anxiety is a damaging and pointless cycle that we constantly find ourselves in. If you can keep up to date with the current events and not feel anxious and tense and unable to get on with the rest of your day, good for you. If, like the majority of people, this is not the case, I advise that you switch off the news and stop opening Twitter every five minutes. 

The average individual is not going to stop this conflict by sharing images of suffering, by giving their two cents on Putin's mental state, by sharing the sentiment that if you aren't thinking about this 24/7 you are a heartless monster. This is not to say that discussing this with others and sharing your feelings about this in order to feel less alone in your fear is wrong or the same thing as the above, but being mindful of contributing to the online cycle of anxiety is helpful too. 

I do not need to constantly consume images and news about refugees or those staying in Ukraine to understand fully that they need support from anywhere and anyone that can give it. This entire conflict and all of its fall out are very obviously completely out of my control. I serve no one by giving into anxiety and letting the news and social media suck me in to a constant narrative of doom. I do, however, have control over small and personal actions such as donating to refugee charities with money or spare clothing or food. I can, in that respect, offer support and solidarity. I can also continue to live my every day in the UK being compassionate towards others. I can be more helpful, more impactful to others if I take care of myself and I am able to be calm and mindful and kind. 

This might sound wishy washy, or even dismissive of the suffering going on, but I personally don't think it is. Falling deeper and deeper into a hole of worrying about something you have no control over serves absolutely no purpose. Acting with kindness, compassion and generosity towards others and yourself is something that you do control and will genuinely make the world a better place. You have no idea who your actions of compassion are going to touch, but you can absolutely guarantee that the response will be positive. Even if you don't see it, even though the reaction itself is out of your control. 

People can be and are brilliant. They are brave and responsible and accountable. They see another human in distress and they offer their help and support. This is what you can focus on and contribute to. Turn off the news, stop doom scrolling. Act with compassion. It's all you can do.