Everything’s a Bit Strange

It strikes me as weird how there are 20 days of proper school left. Instead of making the most of them, I’m sitting here writing a blog post for the first time in two weeks and it feels… Disorientating.

I’m not sure how I feel about leaving my writing for so long. It’s a mix of guilt and just a bit of confusion. In fact, those “bits of confusion” are dominating my life at the minute. From slightly horrifying conversations with people to freaking out about dresses, to violent stabs of guilt, to fucking up friendships, to then freaking out about the potential “date” I’m going on on Sunday? There are too many emotions which contrast with one another. I don’t know.

I’ve realised something. When I don’t write, my life invariably gets way too overwhelming. I don’t know if not writing means I can’t cope and so the shitshow starts, or if the shitshow starts which stops me from writing. Thinking about that makes me panic and I leave it even longer, so that I don’t know what to say when I come back. Really, I don’t know if I can say anything worthwhile.

Last week, I didn’t leave the house in three days because I was ill and could barely move. I went to the GP last Tuesday, absolutely terrified, and got a referral to the mental health service in my area. Again. Hopefully, this time, I can get my shit together enough to be able to get somewhere. Before I went back to school, the last person I’d “socialised” with was Pearl (a girl I’ve been talking to for just over a month) which is a whole other bunch of WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? that I’ll get into, once I’ve seen her again on Sunday. Suffice it to say that I don’t know what’s happening but I’m not complaining about that lack of knowledge, at least when it comes to her.

Somehow, I submitted something for my history coursework. I cried at the weekend because I was so stressed about the entire thing; I experienced what I can only term as being so scared that I lost complete control over my thoughts. My dad was there to see it and just spoke to me; my mum has also been great for the past two weeks. So then why do I feel worse than ever? It must be because I feel guilty for wasting their time and I feel guilty for talking to nobody for ages.

I would love to be able to speak to people, to carry on conversations, but I struggle with doing so many things and even with just moving sometimes. It makes me so exhausted to talk about it that I inevitably don’t. For instance, I’m going to a party today – my friend Willow had her birthday recently – and I’m really looking forward to it but at the same time, I’m paranoid about getting there for no reason. I don’t speak about it because I’m worried people will ridicule me, or tell me I’m being too irrational for them. That’s what it’s been like: I know people wouldn’t tell me I was being ridiculous but something in me convinces itself and I can’t let go of it.

Yesterday, I tried on a dress for this party and didn’t feel awful. I felt blank, sure, but not disgusting. When I go prom dress shopping tomorrow, I hope that feeling will carry through. Today, I’m just trying to stay calm and to not have a constant mantra of “stop everything stop stop stop”.

I have to break my flow of whatever I’m saying to write that I’m frustrated. This is too disjointed and too confusing; I wish my words flowed better. I need to go back to a time where I felt fully with my words, where I could write them down as easily as speaking about something I love. It’s upsetting me and I wish it wasn’t.

Short of distracting myself with work – which I’ve done – I didn’t know what else to do. The fact that I didn’t go on social media for a long time probably didn’t help with that but I couldn’t cope with the stress of talking to people when I couldn’t talk to myself easily. All of it built into a sort of internal scream and I didn’t speak to my family for a bit, although I did spend time with them.

There are 20 days of proper school left and I just hope I can make the most of them, rather than wasting that time. There’s so much pressure that I don’t know how to hold. At some point, I’ll release that pressure in a more measured way. Just not now.

This was simply yelling onto a screen, which is the best kind of yelling. I didn’t plan this; I wrote with no coherency; I think I vaguely ranted. When I read back over this, I’ll cringe. However, writing it has exhausted me and if I’m being honest, the fear that people will think I’m blowing this out of proportion, or they’ll sigh out of irritation and think I’m bullshitting, is creeping up on me.

But at least I’m writing. At least I’m saying something, rather than shutting myself away. It feels too overwhelming now but soon, I’ll get re-used to being able to do things. Maybe it might make me want to cry at the moment but in the future, I’ll be able to write out how I feel again and to be able to savour the feeling of feeling more free. This is me at my worst, writing-wise, so surely it can only go up from here?

I’ve missed blogging. I’ve missed talking to people, even when I just felt like I couldn’t. I’ve missed interacting with the world and feeling like it’s interacting back, the support, the way it felt to unleash my thoughts in something more together than a jumble. To that end, I want to talk more. I might need time, but I still want to have that time and then invest it into reconnecting with something I love.

How are you all doing?

From Elm 🙂

20 thoughts on “Everything’s a Bit Strange

  1. The classic “it’s the eleventh hour and I really need to spend the rest of my time to the fullest” dilemma. The best I can tell you to do is make memories. Memories worth remembering.

  2. I’m always here for you whenever you feel like talking❤️I know you’re going through a really hard time currently but I love you and I hope it gets better 💕Message me if you ever need to talk

    • Honestly you’re beautiful and thank ❤ I can't promise how long it'll take for me to talk, but at least I can say that now without making empty promises. Thank you SO much and I appreciate you xx

  3. Yaaaay you’re back! I missed you! Of course, I respect that you didn’t want to talk to anyone though, sometimes the stress of work can be a bit much. Just make the most of the last 20 days, talk to people you won’t ever talk to again, make memories and have fun doing what you love. ❤❤❤
    P.s. YOU HAVE A DATE??? !!!!!!!!!👏👏

  4. Always here for you whenever you want to talk, just a message or email away! 😊 Hope you have a good time at the party! Sometimes I find going with someone I’m comfortable with and wearing something I like help, just little thing that can ease my mind. Have a fab time with the date, delighted for you!!! 😊

  5. I understand how you feel. Things will get better in no time, I promise you that. Each time you feel stressed or useless or angry, you will come back even stronger. Im always here for you if you want to talk. Stay strong ❤ Also, I hope you had a good time with Pearl.

  6. I’m really sorry I can’t give any tips or sound words to this post, but all I can do right now I RELATE. I’m being absolutely honest so I’m not going to sugar coat everything with positivity because that’s not how it feels.
    Maybe it’s just the current mood and all we can do is to hope it passes away?
    I can relate soo badly to this. The way I really want to talk, chat, have fun or just atleast get fully into the blogosphere, but just the thought feels blank and..exhausting.

    I don’t know. I relate SO SO much to what you say about not making the most of…everything! The thought has been overwhelming. I’ve been feeling reallyyy bad and this post has been a tremendous support, telling me that I’m not going mad. Gosh I love you..eee
    I truly hope everything goes to be good finally. XXXX❤❤

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