The Good and The Bad

There are pros and cons in every situation. You're never going to find something that is all positive. 

I have found this to be true even within my religious beliefs.

As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I believe the doctrine to be true. I know there's a God who knows me and loves me. I believe Jesus Christ lived and died for me. And I know there is a more beautiful and peaceful life after this one.

But going to church feels like absolute hell. As a single mom in her 30s who's been through a lot, I really don't I don't feel like I have a place. I don't want to go to a family ward because I don't have friends there, nobody understands me and nobody wants to understand me.

I don't have friends in the singles ward anymore because I've been out of it for so long. And I'm too shy as the new person who's not established in any way. I don't have a job to do or a calling. I don't have a place and I feel uncomfortable in that situation. I don't know what to do about it but I love God enough to not want to never walk back into His church building.

I really like my job. The pros and cons in my current situation are that I like my job but it does not pay enough. I like my flight benefit but because I don't make enough money I'm constantly stressed about how much I spend when I do travel.

This last week I had the opportunity that I was looking forward to to travel to Dallas and attend a training class for the position that I've been in for the last 3+ years. 

Six of my other coworkers also attended the same training class in order for us to be more unified in how we do our job. There were four other people in our class coming from other stations around the US.

We had so much fun together not just in the class but outside of the class. We ate our meals together. We went out and we did things together. They had bikes for us to explore their massive campus, which was gorgeous - very dense with vegetation, there were lakes and trees and paths and bridges and amazing things. It was absolutely a dream to go there. I love places like this and I just felt valued and content. 

Another reason why it was so nice for me to be able to get away it's because I've been I've really been struggling with depression lately. A few factors play into that. 

First of all loneliness has been debilitating. Second is the way that I see myself has really affected my own self image. And third is that I've been feeling trapped and stuck here because of my ex-husband and our kids. I've been wanting to get away and even live somewhere else but I can't.

I've cut ties completely with my ex-fiance and that has been difficult but also eye opening without having to see him periodically, because he's very charming. And when I do see him I am reminded of all of the good things and qualities about him. But he is so toxic and selfish and I feel free now that he's not part of my life and the clarity that comes with that is empowering.

I've been able to recognize some of the red flags from that relationship that I will be able to look for in the future if I ever do decide to have a relationship again which is not a priority of mine at this time.

I got sick several years ago and I started a medication that made me gain a lot of weight. That was really challenging for me to weigh more than I had ever before and made my body an uncomfortable size for me. I've been off of that medication for a few months now and I am finally able to start shedding some of those unwanted pounds. The projectory for my health goals is on track and I am able to start exercising and working out more regularly again. Having said that my body is not where I want it to be and I still feel very self-conscious about what I look like and I don't really want people looking at me. 

This brings me to something that happened on my work trip that made me feel really uncomfortable!!

Tuesday night I was invited to join some of my classmates in one of their rooms to hang out and I also knew there would be alcohol. I declined this invitation because I needed some time to myself to recharge and just chill and chat with my kids and maybe turn on the TV. I just needed some time to myself. 

A couple hours after that initial invitation, around 10:30 pm, I got another call inviting me to hang out again. I was told that there was a guy there who liked me and kept talking about me and wanted to hook up. 

He heard the conversation I was having with my friend and took the phone from her and then he asked me for my room number and told me he was going to bring me a shot and then we could hook up. I told him I didn't want a shot, thanks anyway. He said okay I figured you don't want a shot, I'll bring you half a shot. He made it all the way down to 3rd of a shot and I really just kept turning him down. I don't want a shot, no thank you, I'm good. 

He mentioned, "Well look you're already up you're still up might as well I can just come over I'll bring you a mixed drink and we'll make you a mixed drink we'll make it right in front of you so that there's no shady business, you know." Cool so I already knew his intention but he wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be blamed for raping me. Why then did I have to have alcohol? At this point I told him no I don't want any alcohol I don't want a drink I don't want a shot I don't want to hook up with you. I am too old for you.

Later, when I was talking to my friend,she told me that he had been talking about me with them for that whole time. Two hours he was talking about me and my 'fat ass' and how my body was fire and then he said, "I bet she's never had black."

I learned that security had been called to the room they were all partying in and that other people in the hotel could hear them talking about me. They could hear him saying, "If I'm not going to get some... I'm just going to leave my door open."

This is so embarrassing! At first I felt embarrassed for him because he was clearly very drunk and making poor choices. He said he liked me, but he had never had a conversation with me. He didn't like me, he didn't know me, if he knew me, he wouldn't like me. I am very much not his type. 

But I realize I feel more uncomfortable not because he tried to hook up with me but because he was talking about me and my body for 2 hours. So the next day all of my classmates, no doubt, were going to be looking at my body to see what he saw. I don't even want to look at my body, I certainly don't want other people to be looking at my body. 

One girl said he liked my booty not my beauty. And that's exactly it. That is in no way flattering. Why can't a guy just like me because I'm a good person and I'm smart and kind?

The next day in class was awful and I felt so embarrassed and objectified. 

I had to text my best friend, whom I work with but didn't come on the trip, about all of this because I needed some clarity and I needed to basically just vent about all of this. I knew I was going to have to be on my phone for a little bit. I told the instructor that something weird happened last night, and I didn't want to make him feel like I was being disrespectful or not paying attention by being on my phone, but I do need to reach out to someone that I work with back home. 

He was so nice about everything and caring and made sure that I felt validated and seen in what was happening even though I didn't tell him what had happened. 

The most irritating part about all of this is that, and I know this is ridiculous, but I felt like there was some chemistry there and I haven't felt that in a really long time. Maybe it was only a one-sided thing but there was something sexy about this instructor. Or maybe I just think intellectual knowledge is more attractive than a booty call.

So I had to go up to this person that I felt in some way attracted to and tell him that there was an issue that I was dealing with that day. I mean, it was a hard day, I had to leave the room to cry in the bathroom at one point. I felt so stupid because maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. Like, he was drunk. Things like this happens all the time, but it was crossing my boundary and I had already been clear about not going to the party because I didn't want to drink. 

My positive take away is this. I have hit a milestone in my healing journey. 

When my engagement was broken off I didn't want to date anyone ever again. This is the first time I have felt differently. And I know nothing will ever come of that, but the fact that my mind and my heart were open to something like that is a positive for me.

So all of that to say there are good things and bad things to focus on and what you choose to focus on really impacts the way that you view life and the way you feel. 

A couple weeks ago when I got to work I saw this shiny circle on the ground and I first I thought it was just a bottle cap so I was just going to ignore it and that the cleaners sweep it up. But the more I looked at it, for some reason it had caught my eye enough that I thought to go investigate it. When I picked it up I saw that it was a coin. It's pretty heavy duty. It was beautiful, I turned it over and it had someone's name on it. 

That that morning I went to work and my best friend was there so she and I did a little bit of research. We looked up his name and we found out that he had been this incredible war hero even featured in a Mel Gibson film We Are Soldiers. I tried messaging him because I got to work at 4:30 in the morning I didn't want to call him until after work. So after work we did end up calling him and he told us that was a challenge coin and that I could keep it!

Well I took this really seriously because I have been struggling so much with really dark feelings. But since that day I have made a conscious effort to focus on the good things in my life and to recognize the miracles. 

I want to share a few of these things with you. 

First of all I believe finding this coin was a miracle in and of itself. Because God knew that I needed some help. 

Next I'm just going to mention two that just happened. Typically I like hanging out with people and being included. I don't mind if they are drinking even though I won't be. So I would have gone to this party that I was invited to the other night, but for whatever reason, I just wanted to go to my room and take it easy. If I had gone to that party I don't know what I would have done. I would have been so uncomfortable but I don't know if I would have just left because I felt uncomfortable. I might have felt obligated to stay and then when I did leave what if he followed me to my room and continued to try to get into my pants. He was really drunk, I wouldn't have been, but that might not have stopped him.

Lastly, coming back from Dallas was a little bit of an ordeal. Our flight got delayed twice so I didn't get off the plane until 10 pm (midnight Dallas time) and at that point neither of my rides were available. So I got a lyft, and I didn't get home until 11 pm. At that point I was exhausted. I did the minimum and then I went to bed and I forgot to set my alarm. They had VTO'd me for the first 2 hours of my shift which meant I only had to be in by 6:30 a.m. I woke up at 5:30 to my alarm going off but I did NOT  have an alarm set. The sound of my alarm woke me up but it was not going off. And I think that's a miracle. 

God is looking out for me. From little, seemingly insignificant things, to bigger things that could potentially have a greater impact on my life, and I'm really grateful for that!

No One to Grow Old With

 Lately I've been really depressed. And I don't have many friends who truly understand what that means. I'm frustrated that people think that depression = sadness. It is not at all the same thing. 

Sadness is a feeling that can change easily with your surroundings. You're allowed to feel sadness, but it's not a defining character. For example, I'm sad my grandma died. I miss her. At work today I felt sad about it and cried a little. I wish I could stop by her house after work to visit. Or call her. Or text her. O send her a letter in the mail. But I can't, because she's not there. Once I gave myself one or two minutes to cry I felt better and was able to get back to work. I can function like normal.

Depression is a beast of its own. This week was bad, but has been better than last week, which is surprising since I had my kids last week and not this week. Their presence usually helps keep me grounded, but last week was extra heavy. I was physically sick due to my overwhelming depression. I'm not exaggerating. I was diagnosed with sever depression. It's a real thing. A chronic illness that most people dismiss because they're ignorant to the reality that it is not the feeling of being sad. 

I have talked about it before, but it is worse than it has been in a long time. Maybe because I went off the medication I had been on.

They prescribed me Lexapro, which worked wonderfully for it's purposed. It made the dark clouds go away and helped me regain control over my thoughts and feelings. I could see more clearly the intensions of people around me, and I could keep my cool easier. The downside is that it made me gain weight. A lot of weight. Which made me feel bad about myself. So because of that, and a few other reasons I decided to wean myself off and find a different way to manage my depression. 

I want to start working out again regularly, like I used to. I know it will help me feel better, but I'm crippled. I can't get out of bed, I don't have energy, I feel so weak. It's a vicious cycle. I know that if I got back into that routine that I would enjoy it. I miss it, but my illness wont let me.

I feel like I need a partner, a motivator, but I have no one. I have no friends who live close to me. I have a few work friends, but they aren't reliable in pursuing a friendship. Plus, their values are so different from mine. I'm all for diversity, and I love my sexually active, foul-mouthed friends from work. I just need someone who will be still with me. Who will go to church with me, or just have someone to sit with. Who will go to the temple with me. Who will go on walks and hikes with me. Or even just someone who will invite me to a game night. I haven't been to a game night in probably five years. 

I miss the life I had made for myself before the pandemic and before the toxic relationship that I gave way too much of my time. It sucks because you don't know someone is toxic until it's too late. They secure your heart, and then begin the abuse. He killed the girl I had become. And I really liked her. She was finally confident and recognized how amazing she was. I could actually see myself how others saw me, in a positive way . In a, wow, she's really fun, and beautiful.

I can't see that girl anymore. I picture myself as ugly, old, obese, and insecure (which is the most unattractive). I can't imagine anyone good and kind and genuine ever wanting to be with me or around me. I despise myself. Why would anyone else want to love me? I don't trust anyone. So I guess I can't blame anyone else for not wanting to be with me.

But I'm sad.

I'm sad because the dream is to find someone to grow old with. But it's too late for me. I'm already old. And I wont be ready to date anyone for a long time. If I ever get to the point of actually wanting to date again.

I'm so alone. I've actually had dreams lately where I'm so lonely that I call my sister and tell her how lonely I am. I'm dream confiding in my person. That's how lonely I am.

If you're alone and you lonely? Well you just don't have to be lonely... anymore.