Fun fact about me.....
I have insecurities. I have them from being my own worst enemy and from those who have played a part in those triggers over the years. We've all dealt with people who have tainted our lives in one way or another. They've been abusive, mean, hateful, controlling, bigots, and misogynist (to the point that they are so utterly terrified by a strong woman that they seek them out to tear them down in order to make themselves feel good. Thanks, VR, for introducing me to a few of those dumpster fires masquerading as flesh bags) and, my favorite, just some people who are miserable and want everyone to burn. Even with having dealt with those types, I still have said meaner things to myself than what those groups have. I do have some fantastic people in my life who have eased some of those insecurities a bit, but I still have them. They are intrusive and sometimes just there. I have become better at ignoring them, but that isn't always the case.
There always was a place in the back of my mind that doubted if I could do the whole school thing. I am my own worst critic. I always have been. I had a moment today where I realized that I am just so hard on myself. In my Photography and Manipulations class we worked on assignments of Adjustment Layers and Basic Compositing. In both of these, we would have a first draft due last week, and then this week would be the final draft to submit. The instructor would give us feedback to use in submitting our final draft. With both of these I received a comment of Fantastic work. Submit these as your final draft. It made me tear up. It made me tear up because even though I've been self taught, I do have some talent and skill in what I do. Instructors see that and go, 'Hey, look at that'. The horrible things that people have said may just not have been true. Invasive thoughts, but not true invasive thoughts.
It's also the same with my LC class. While I have always been excited to get certified, there was that little part of me that questioned if I could do it. Suppose I would be any good at it if people would just scoff at me and walk away. I still have it. It's not as strong, but I still have it.
It is my third week in my Graphics Design classes. I am pulling an A in both classes. I've first the the first assignment in my LC class, along with a quiz, and I'm pulling an A in that class as well.
So, yes, I can do it, and yes, there is still a bit of insecurity there, but they aren't as strong as they used to be. That gives me such a 'you can do this' feeling. It feels so good.
I still have insecurities despite my outward 'badass bitch' attitude. I'm still, and always will be, a work in progress on those. At least those insecurities about school and whether I can do it have lessened. I think that's a pretty good thing.
Oh, and to those who have tried to tear me down in the past or continue to do so in the present- You can take my proverbial lady balls deep in your throat and gargle on them. 😉
Tonight, the absence feels heavy, and even though the house is small, it feels vast, empty, but not. It's not the feeling of isolation or forlornness. Perhaps it's a type of missing. A missing of something we didn't even realize we were missing. Or maybe we miss it because we once thought we'd had it and come to find out what we had was nowhere near what it could have, should have been. They were like placeholders for the moment. Placeholders until the real of it came along. With a combination of the right time, the right moment, and the proper alignment of those who hold the keys, turning them within the locks precisely so it causes them to fall away, releasing what was held back for so long.
After having the locks released, I know I will never settle for another placeholder. How could anyone, after experiencing the realness and not just a facsimile?
So, yes, it is a missing that I feel tonight; an ache, you could say, but one I am thankful for.
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I think I would rather know that feeling, than to have never experienced it. It's something that tells us we're alive and have touched and being touched by someone special.
That is exactly it. You get me. ;)
I'm with you & Stabby...I'd rather know it & miss it, than not have known it, ever.
Before I enrolled in Graphic Design and Life Coach, I was seriously thinking about becoming a therapist. I've always been fascinated by psychology. My career aptitude test after high school directed me toward becoming a psychiatrist. Had life not happened the way it did, I might have pursued it. I would have been good at it, but I know it would have burned me out quickly. I know there is no way I could do it now that I'm older. Not because I wouldn't be good at the job but because I see those people who really need one and just don't get help. And even if they do, they still never want to evolve into something more. They want to stay the same. It doesn't matter how you tell them, how you guide them, or how you help them; they will still be the same version of themselves that they were when they walked in the door.
You cannot help someone that doesn't want to help themselves. It's frustrating. It's exhausting. It wears you down. It takes its toll after so long. That's just my experience here with those who have a mental illness. I can't imagine what it would be like to full-scale into it. However, maybe most of those people do better because they want to get help and not because they are stuck and enabled.
I'm glad I chose the path I did. I still get to help people without having to dive deep into the medical side and work on diagnosing people.
I get to choose my battles and who I battle for—some people you just have to walk away and not fight with them or battle for. Because in the end, they will just keep being the same sad, pitiful person who pretends. It's just not worth it.
I though I do imagine this place would have gave me one hell of a thesis paper.
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I see it second-hand, since my fiancé is a therapist. I see how it drains him, how it takes so much out of him. Thankfully the vast majority of his clients are in therepy because they actively want to use it as a tool to better themselves, but there are some... I don't know details, of course, but I do know he does see some people who don't want to change. Who will never change.
You said it exactly, you can't help someone who doesn't want it. It's a sad reality, that there are people who, want to stay stuck in their situation, even if it impacts them so negatively, but that's their choice. We can't force anyone to, see things differently.
I'm sure you'll do great things in your role as a life coach. While I don't personally know you, I've seen how you interact with the people on this site for the last nearly 19 years, and it's with grace and compassion. And while that may just be a sliver of things, it shows what kind of person you are.
Thank you, Immy. That means a lot to me. :)
You could absolutely get your doctorate by analyzing some of the people on this site
As if you didn't know, I knew you were going to do great. I'm also very proud of you for going ahead with this and knocking out the park.
There are times at night, like tonight, when the darkness is slightly chased away by the faint moonlight and the silence is heavy. All I can do is sit in the near darkness and look out the window as two questions bounce around in my mind.. Why? What do you want? Why? What do you want? They can be quite maddening. Especially since you answer them silently and they still choose to flit about.
I can't.. I can't even be fucking bothered with this.
I did a powerpoint.. I got 25 out of 40 and I don't even care. The assignment was fucking stupid. I have until Monday at 2:30 am to resubmit for mastery, but I can't even fucking bring myself to do it.
I've felt like trash for most of this week. I had to fight to actually do the assignment. Along with another powerpoint I had to do for my other class. I just can't. I'm stressed. I'm on edge. I'm just so over so much shit right now.
Even with that low of points, I'm pulling a 96% in the class. So fuck it. I normally would redo it, but I just cannot fucking be bothered. If you wanted us to do it a certain way, fucking explain that.
I'm so close to just shut down mode.
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Sometimes there's wisdom in saying fuck it and one of those times is when you need to keep your health. Take care, Bunny. You're crushing this.
Words of wisdom from Otter
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vXVampre
00:05 Jan 29 2025
I am happy that you are starting to see that your self-harshness is simply not the truth. I did not know you saw yourself in that sort of light. I have and will always think of you as a badass. Your wit, your talents, and your professional ferocity have always been something to admire. I hope you no longer doubt your abilities and I wish you luck and prosperity in your new career path. It is respectable that you are seeking to help others and It would seem that this path has led to your self-improvement accomplishments.
MooniePie
01:17 Jan 29 2025
Thank you :)
STABB666
03:22 Jan 29 2025
If any of us can ease some of those insecurities by reaffirming the evidence in front of your eyes, then we should. Because you are awesome. You've shown it in the adversity you face through your life and now you're showing it through the progress you're making in your own decisions to Define your path, not letting those who tried to pull you down have any further effect on you lifting yourself up.
LunarTides
05:11 Jan 29 2025
See I knew you could do it. Never doubted you for a minute.
So stinkin proud of you!
One of my favorite parts about you is how bad ass you are also your sense of humor. 🥰
MooniePie
02:17 Jan 30 2025
🥰🥰🥰 Awww, thanks everyone.