Just writing for posterity's sake - was supposed to start The Bridge this week to ramp back up into some real structured training but COVID got in the way. First infection after three years. It's very mild so far (all four vaccines seemed to have worked?) but I'm reading all this crazy shit about how it can fuck you up. I probably shouldn't. Whatever happens happens man. There's no controlling this wild ride.
This was a rough, shitty, SHITTY year. I have been struggling with my mental health something awful the entire year, I don't think I've felt as bad since I was a teenager and those were some miserable ass times. I strongly considered killing myself while driving on the freeway about three weeks ago. It's harsh to admit that. I got fired from my shitty part time job in May and it really fucked a lot of things up, and I had already been losing my goddamned mind by then. I was losing my mind because my life is not going how I want it to and I'm getting old. Went into my summer class freaked the fuck out knowing I was running out of money, had to frantically search for a job that would work with my hours and while I now get paid more the hours are crap. Had no money until like November because I kept having to pay for stuff. Part of it is bad budgeting but my car just kept fucking me the whole last part of the year. Something broke every other week. It's still fucking broke. Got my ass beat by my physics class because my head wasn't in it, got my ass beat by my Diff Eq class and I was so burnt out I bombed my Intermediate Java class too. I'm extremely lucky in that my Diff Eq professor was also having a sort of a meltdown and he gave me an A out of sympathy which saved my GPA, and a classmate made it so I could at least get a C in my Java class by forwarding me his final exam (multiple choice) so I could score perfectly. Got very, very lucky.
And now I have COVID.
I don't know. I'm 27 in a few days and I still feel like the same stupid ass kid I was when I was 17 but fatter, hairier and with more battle scars (both figuratively and literally). I came from a very humble background and I just keep thinking about how miserable and downright traumatic parts of my life have been up to this point - which I guess is this case for anyone who doesn't come from money, but it just never gets easier does it?
I'm just sick of worrying about everything. I'm worried about how my dad is getting visibly old. I remember when he was my age...I'm worried about how my mom seems to be headed mentally off the deep end. I'm worried about my NEET brother who also has mental health issues. I wonder where the hell my estranged sister is and if she is okay. My childhood cat finally died and as usual I'm the one who had to find her lifeless corpse at 2AM (I will miss you
forever, little grey friend). Is there a cat afterlife? Is there a human afterlife?
Is there an endgame to any of this crazy ass shit? I just can't seem to make peace with constant flux of everything, and just how powerless I feel in the face of everything and everyone. None of the things I have struggled with since I was a teenager with have gotten any better. My family is heading down the shitter. I'm lonely. The world is in a historical low-point and is getting shittier by the minute. Is there any rational response to anything of this but sheer despondency and a desire to retreat back into the arms of Our Lord And Savior Jesus Christ, who I have not believed in since my first communion?
Like none of this shit has any answers.
I guess the best thing to do is live by the words of Mark Bell:
Mark Smelly Bell wrote:
"Guess what my friend, we're all headed there. We'll all die. We'll all be in a lot of pain. It's all comin' our way. It's inevitable. It's part of life. But in the meantime, you might as well be a fucking savage and live your life the way you want to live."
There's nothing to this life but thin air. In the meantime, let's live by those words. Slap some weight on the bad, step back and squat down into 2023 just as terrified and as confused as you were the first time you squatted 315. You know why? Because we're all headed there.
Try to make this one count.