Monthly Archives: October 2018

Blank Space

I can’t remember dreaming at all last night. I went to bed late and woke up right before 7am, because it’s Saturday?

Dreams the last couple days have been weird. They’re usually weird, but this is a different flavor of weird. I vaguely knew I was dreaming and tried to go against physics but suck at it then the dream either changes the setting or I wake up. I “woke up” in the back seat of a car with a friend next to me and another friend in the front passenger seat. The driver seat wasn’t occupied but the car was on autopilot. I legit referenced previous dreams like this freaking me out in the dream, but dream me acknlowdged the technology caught up to this being possible and it was okay. I also almost jumped into the driver seat to take control of the vehicle (or in case the auto pilot shut off or messed up) but didn’t after making the acknowledgement. This was one of those dream in a dream things. They’re still weird af.

A couple nights before that I was walking around a backyard garden with mom, the dirt was piled into these beds and waiting to be smoothed out for planting. I noticed something sticking out of the ground and dig it up, it looked like something you’d use to steep tea in, then I found more, then there were empty boxes of tea. They weren’t mine and I drink a lot of tea. Then I realized they were buried because it was for some other chick and realized my dad was cheating on my mom. Weird af dream.

But nothing from last night. *shrug*

Fighting the depression these days has been a real struggle.

1:01am

TBM was amazing. Not sick anymore but still exhausted and recovering. It takes forever to get over fatigue from illness.

Idk what I’m doing here. Reality is mimicking television and that’s a problem. Seattle feels wrong.

Dead inside

My body is revolting against me. It’s never been the healthiest system but lately it’s been bad. I think I’ve been awake an accumulative 10 hours over the last 48, and the longest stints were in two hour increments at urgent care and while acquiring food. Otherwise it’s been small spurts to drink water or down NSAIDs.

This is day 3 of this bedridden bs, day 2 on antibiotics… I hate antibiotics. It took months on two different probiotics to fix some crazy gut issues and now they’re all getting massacred. I’m still taking them at night and hoping it still spaced out far enough from the antibiotics to not be pointless, maybe I can rebuild faster this time. Idk. I can’t handle pneumonia vaccines. This is a bad reaction like last year, and it caused a secondary infection, and I caught a cold for the first time in two years at the same time. Fuck. All. Of. This. I’ve been up for two hours today and already feel too weak to stay awake.

Yesterday I made a joke about having to pull myself from the network and install malware, then spent days in safe mode while scrubbing this shit from my system. It’s a slow and agonizing process. It feels like the end is never coming. My arm is still red, hot, the skins still raised up, and it hasn’t shrunk from the second outline I penned yesterday.

I’m just laying in bed complaining. This is day three in isolation. When I posted the analogy the other day about never getting used to hunger and how that’s what starving for affection feels like. I thought about how illness really compounds the loneliness. I wish someone was here to comfort me, hold me for a few minutes while I pass back out before they get back up and go do their thing. I haven’t had that kind of support in forever, and even when I did it was never right anyway. My track record is shit. I’ve expended so much mental energy into trying to ignore, deny, or pursue this lack of intimacy in my life. And it makes me feel like I’ve wasted years, and not just on that. I’ve been in survival mode for years professionally, I have a couple months here and there that look like something better but I haven’t had any real growth, or anything to show for the last couple years. It bothers me. It makes me question the choices I’ve made, the directions I’ve pursued, if I’m on the right path. Wtf can I do different or “extra” when I’m already running on deficits? There were deficits before I got viral sick and vaccine reaction sick and on antibiotics due to skin infection sick. I haven’t felt super absorbed and passionate about anything I’ve personally done in years. It’s probably why there’s been this unsteady contrast. I go to a couple shows when I’m well enough and the live music and interactions with the crowds are so good they’re life affirming events. It’s immersive but still indirect. I need something from within. I’ve always thought of myself as a passionate person who wasn’t afraid to take leaps. Where did that go? I am the walking dead. I can’t even manage that right now since I’m still bedridden. Ugh

Starvation

QOTD: “No one eventually gets used to hunger, they just progressively become more malnourished.”

This was an analogy regarding the lack of affection and intimacy. I don’t think anyone ever gets used to it, it’s just sometimes they have an easier time holding it down and sometimes the struggle is overwhelming.

Crave You

Saw Flight Facilities this evening. Almost didn’t see them with having a bad day and then leaving my wallet in my backpack and having to go back home for it. The show was great, they’re amazing live, and I’m glad I still grabbed something to eat before going.

I wish you were here to see TBM on the 13th.

I wish you were here.

No calling

This feels like a slow drowning. Everything is on fire, and it’s been like this for a while but the resilience I was lucky enough to have for a while isn’t holding on.

I asked my friends online if they believed in a “calling,” or “finding ones calling,” and said I would have a difficult and rambly time trying to articulate this one. Whether religious or not, have they ever felt they’d found that calling or were they searching for it? I guess some people reference this as purpose or passion too. I’ve also seen some articles come out recently saying searching out or chasing unknown passions was dangerous instead of chasing exposure and experience, and then figuring out what you’re good at and like and then developing it into a passion. Opinions are fun.

Some friends gave their input on having no clue, or knowing they’d always want to be a parent, always wanted to help people and some chose the medical field, etc. One friend said “A calling is something that stirs you in a place deep inside. Even without putting religious overtones to it. Your calling doesn’t need to be your job/career. It can be a hobby, family, or any other thing that pulls your heart to it. Something that makes you want to put an effort forward to accomplish what must be accomplished for it.”

Great. There’s been this ongoing void in a few areas for a while but my professional life’s is on fire. I’m still at the same company and haven’t found another team to move to internally or externally. I am still working for the boss that harassed me in the interim, and he’s backed off since I won the appeal but this stress is wiping me out, and I know there’s this disparity between my tenure and skill sets after being held back for over a year that’s making this a bigger obstacle. More than one person in my chain who was supposed to help me and mentor me, whether as a senior team member, or the boss, has done more than let me down, they’ve been of the opinion I’m not worthy of my title, incapable, and I set out to prove them wrong. I could only ramp up so far though, and do need a supportive environment to develop into a better professional, it’s made me wonder if they’ve bled me out enough while fighting for survival that I’ve got nothing left to show when I try to climb into another opportunity. Idk if I’m discouraged and feel like giving up because I suck at this, or if it’s all circumstances, or a little A and a little B.

I keep getting stuck in catch22’s. Is it worth it? It’s like trying to climb up a cliff during a landslide. What else would I do? Where else can I make this kind of money? And I hate how my successes and “failures” have been mostly dependent on my male leadership. It’s within the good graces of two male leaders that I’ve made two great jumps in my career, and the abuses of four male leaders that I’ve suffered stagnation, stress, health problems, and financial losses through no advancement or promotion. And I get everyone goes through shit and every job has stress, but to see that dependency and to be able to draw it out on a timeline is enraging. This feels hopeless. So many women have dropped out of STEM roles because the harassment wasn’t worth it. I don’t want to be in that statistic. I don’t know how to keep going.