today, i feel afloat in search of grace but it’s nowhere to be found. i want it so bad after the series of events in my life. i called L immediately after I heard the outcome of the interview process and i didn’t get the job. i was disappointed, upset, but more upset about how everything in recent memory has turned out.
i sobbed, bawled on my way to TJ Maxx and Whole Foods, out in the open for passers-by to see. i didn’t have a kleenex but that didn’t matter. i was thinking about how the job hadn’t worked out and how differently i would have processed it if everything hadn’t happened like it had. i was thinking back to the concept of grace and how it has nothing to do with whether we deserve it or not (we all deserve grace) and how i’ve realized that i’ve felt like i never deserved good things. like is it just me? or is the universe? like when i had a hunch or suspicion or maybe it’s all in my head that i thought there was a cost to july. that july was too good to be true, that people like me don’t get things like july for free. we don’t get to feel that happy. we don’t get to feel like things are falling into place. we don’t get to feel like things are going to be all right. we don’t say “wow. here’s some grace for me!”. i always felt like it came at a cost. and when everyone said “you didn’t DESERVE what happened to you!”, i kept wondering if that was true. like i’ve always felt like i couldn’t have it all. like i couldn’t be happy in my personal life and also my professional life. that when things seemed like they were really good in july, it all got taken from me.
that’s the resentment, isn’t it? that’s the resentment. it’s not resentment that someone treated me like that. no, it’s that he snatched it all away. by it, i mean all the good things. things were going well. because i was never sure if i deserved good things. i was never sure if i deserved to be happy, to feel like i was in love and that someone else loved me too. i never thought i could have it all. always weary that something else would happen and spoil it all. like i could only have one thing at a time. no, i resented that so much. because i thought i deserved that, that i could have it all, but it didn’t matter in the end. i had to fucking heal this wound myself and i wanted something to come back my way, to say “sorry this happened to you” and i wanted it to be that job. that things would fall into place when i had just started piecing together the puzzle and then someone fucking sandblasted it all. and here i am now.
and i thought the other day how even now, even after everything, in the group chat, he is funny. he made me laugh and now we are not friends. and i guess maybe it made me remember what i was missing by cutting him out of my life. and maybe he is down too but he brought me down with him. and i have tried so fucking hard to “work” on myself and i am so pissed off. i am so frustrated that i have to do all this fucking work on my own. i have applied for so many fucking jobs, i have invested so much time in my friendships, spent so much time interrogating myself, going to therapy, journaling, going for walks and runs and everything in between to try to make sense of it all. and the worst part is how alone i feel. even now as i called my parents, i feel so fucking alone. i feel like i was abandoned and i was. i was abandoned in august and i’m told all the time i need to find some fucking compassion for myself. do you know how fucking hard that is? doing all this shit and it feels like it’s for nothing. like what is at the end of this fucking tunnel? people’s well wishes, telling me to “stay strong”. god, i am so fucking tired of all of this. i am so fucking exhausted. i am depleted. i am empty. nothing has made me feel fulfilled. absolutely nothing.
everything is fucking fleeting. everything comes and goes and then at the end of the day, i am left remembering that i was abandoned when i thought things were getting good. i lost my partner in crime, i lost my person. and now i just have myself and i work so hard on trying to be okay and it feels like all this hard work bears no fruit. like i am bitter. of course i am bitter. i am bitter that all my plans for this semester went to shit. you don’t know how fucking exhausting it’s all been. the number of phone calls i’ve made just to emotionally heal. like have you seen my fucking face and how bad my skin looks??? have you seen me walk to school crying? looking absolutely dead? looking so empty? i want compassion for myself! i want some grace for myself! I want something to come my way that makes me feel like things will be all right. i wanted that fucking job. i wanted it to solve everything. don’t i deserve it? like don’t i deserve good things? don’t i deserve all the good things?
instead, i feel like i am all by myself in this. i feel like the timing couldn’t be worse. i feel so much fucking resentment. because it could have turned out so differently but it didn’t. because i could have been happier and i’m not. all because of one person’s actions and decisions. all those things ruined my happiness, and i am so consumed with how i feel like i didn’t deserve to have it all. i couldn’t be happy and successful and healthy. like i had to choose or something. and maybe that’s on me. i don’t know. i don’t know. i just… it was his actions. it was his choices. i blame him. i have all this resentment.
but having all this resentment changes nothing. but i don’t know how to heal. i’ve been trying for so many fucking months. i haven’t healed quickly enough. not completely enough. i just keep thinking about how my life would have been easier if things hadn’t happened the way they had. maybe the grass is greener on the other side, but i feel so hurt. when i was walking to TJ Maxx, I reflected that why he still makes me emotional is because I still feel so fucking hurt. I feel so hurt by what he did and he was never really sorry. and that is infuriating but also i feel helpless, i don’t know what to do about that. how to heal my own wound, how to get over it, how to move on, how to be strong, how to find compassion for myself. this has been the worst crash course ever.
this ruined my life. i don’t think that’s an exaggeration. this ruined my fucking life. my physical health is worse. my mental health is worse. my mental health is SO much worse. like i actually experience depression in degrees i hadn’t previously. i wanted one thing to go right. ONE THING. and that couldn’t go right. and now i have been crying at my keyboard for over 10 minutes. i am still… flabbergasted. i am still in shock. i’m still in disbelief. why??????? whyyyy???? why can’t i accept the truth? because i thought out of everyone, he wouldn’t hurt me, that he wouldn’t let me down, that he wouldn’t betray me. and then he did and i am overcome with emotion.
and now that the semester has ended, i feel like i am always just short of finding peace and being all right. i make friends but i still don’t feel like people are there for me. i form a new relationship and something is still missing, something that doesn’t make me feel fulfilled. i get interviews but i haven’t gotten the offer. i get invited to events and get-togethers, but they’re all so expensive for someone who isn’t working or they’re events that feel like there are too many people and i feel sick. nothing is ever pure. i want pure happiness. i want something to go RIGHT. i want, i want, i want.
i am being selfish and i think i need to be. i just am so fed up with everything. i am so fucking sad all the fucking time. i am always miserable. life painted gray. why??? like why can’t i attain good things? why can’t things go right? why can’t things fall into place? i know i sound so entitled, but man, you don’t know how hard it has been. like i feel like i’m at the end of my rope… like why can’t things just go all right for once? why can’t multiple things fall into place at once? why is there always a caveat? why did something so sinister happen to me in august and i feel like i’m being an asshole asking the universe to show me some grace. like…. is there some good coming my way that doesn’t feel like there are stipulations to it? like…. is there some good coming my way that doesn’t feel like i should be weary, that i should count my blessings because they’ll be snatched away from me again?
With L, I am very flattered and happy that he wants a relationship with me. But I’m not there emotionally. Or maybe it’s not the right relationship. I can’t tell. Already, a stipulation. Already, if I get a different job and it happens to be in a different state, it’s like I won’t know what could happen afterward. I feel like for so many people, things have worked out and I want that so badly for myself. I want that. Oh my goodness.