Tuesday, 5 May 2015

The highs and the lows

Well. This has been a pretty blank space for some time now. I nearly died when I logged on and discovered that I posted once in April. Once?! I knew it had been a while but had no idea how long.

There are two versions of this blog post I could write. I could explain away my absence by telling you that I've been out living life instead of blogging about it. That I am now the world expert on dating. That I have been so busy with weekends away and spending time with friends that I haven't had a minute to breathe, let alone blog about it.

Or I could tell the truth.

The truth is that whilst most of the above is true, I haven't been out living a fabulous life but have instead been making attempts to prove to myself that I do have fabulous life. My emotions can barely be kept in check on an hourly basis at some times and I swing from being insanely happy and positive, with some terribly life affirming song playing in the soundtrack of my mind, to being unable to scrape myself off the sofa with nothing but the sound of the ticking clock that is my life booming in my brain.

I haven't blogged because every time I've got something straight in my head that I want to talk about, I swing the other way and am rendered dumb. When the bad times come I can't face doing anything, when the good times come I know to enjoy them whilst they last which doesn't leave time for anything else.

I would like to say that I've learned the signs by now and know when a crash is coming, but the highs are so high and I'm so busy enjoying the view that I fail to see the ground coming hurtling towards me until I've faceplanted in the mud. The good news is that even when I am face-down in the mud, I know that I was once floating up in the sky so a time must come when I'll be back up there again. It's not great, but I'll take it - I'd rather be feeling the lowest of the low and know that it will get better than be soaring in the sky and waiting for myself to plummet.

Always a silver lining girl as it turns out. Who knew?

I have learned what some of the triggers are and to be completely honest with you, they don't make me feel too good about myself.

Other people's extreme happiness really sets me off which makes me feel like the worst person alive - "Get over yourself you massively selfish cow and stop making everything about you", or a similar refrain, ricochets around my mind at these times - but it isn't really any help. It's a simple magnifying effect. People's happiness strikes into the heart of me and is sucked into the blackness within. It makes me feel as if I'll never reach those levels of happiness again. It doesn't help that most people's happiness revolves around something they have done or shared with their partner. Clearly I don't know enough people having a cracking time whilst single.

Sundays are another trigger. Saturdays are fine. Saturdays are grander than grand. Everything is good, everything is dandy. Sundays are complete and utter misery. I have my own little theory about why they're so bad for me and the reasoning is simple. Weekends are the longest period that I'm on my own for and I really struggle with it. Nights during the week are fine, I've been around people all day, I've done all my chatting and laughing and sharing, coming home to an empty flat genuinely doesn't bother me any more. But come Friday evening my interactions with people virtually come to a standstill. People do stuff with partners on a weekend, the number of texts from friends almost falls to zero on a weekend. I'm an Extrovert. I can only spend so much time on my own and it turns out that amount of time amounts to about two nights. Pathetic I know.

I realised something the other day. I spend huge amounts of time, if not every day then certainly every other day having a go at myself mentally. Telling myself I'm stupid for over-reacting to something, stupid for still getting upset about being on my own almost eight months later, stupid for still having hope that I might find someone when all the signs point to that never happening (a post about dating needs to be saved for another time), stupid for thinking that I need a man to make me happy in this age of feminism. It's no wonder I feel bad all the time, I'm telling myself I'm a terrible human being, pretty much on a constant repeat.

I don't know what the answer is. It frustrates me that I don't know how to just. get. happy. It annoys me that every time I try and write about it, the words fly away from me like dust motes. It irritates me that I'm still not over it after this long. I've been told that these are good signs, that it's when you don't feel anything at all that you need to start to worry, but the relentless nature of my emotions is draining and incredibly self destructive.

I don't have a cure. I don't even feel as if I'm close to a cure. So the best I can do is book in as much in the diary as possible, enjoy the highs when they come and hope that when the crashes come I remain able to peel myself off the floor and carry on trucking.


  1. :( It sucks. It will get better. And I know what you mean about Sundays.

  2. Sorry to hear that things are all over the place at the moment. I'm awful at saying the right thing, but just wanted to let you know I read it and your situation sounds familiar. I'm an introvert so feel relieved to be on my own and channel my communication to the outside world by blogging.
    I'm sure that it's going to get better. Hugs xx

  3. Oh dear, I fear I may have been one of the selfish cows sharing my extreme happiness (this is based on a very selfish assumption that you’ve been reading my blog). My apologies.

    It is OK that you’re not ‘over it’, even after 8 months. You spent a huge amount of your life with fucktard (are we still calling him that), healing takes time. You will feel better one day, you will move on. You will be fine.

    It’s not a million years ago that I felt I knew no one single, that I was the only single person left. I had many awful dates - one threw up and passed out in the street, leaving me to pay for dinner. Another told a lot of wanking stories. And then one day, it all changed. And it will for you too.

  4. Bex,
    You always speak the truth and I have always admired your brutal honesty in your writing - It's pretty shitty, yeh.
    Things will change. But, I know the feeling of the crash and burn all too well. It's scary to catch the high, when you know the low will only sweep you away when you least expect it.
    Happiness is in many forms, & to some people being single might not be a worry or even a struggle. But, at the time it is. I do (in my selfish fairy, disney princess living dream world) believe that everybody gets the happy ending. One day - you won't know what's hit you, because life will change forever. I just wish you hadn't had this awful break up & so forth. It's horrible, it's thoroughly horrible.

    Keep doing what you're doing (crocheting?) and somewhere, at some point things will change for the better & for good x x x

  5. Hello - I hope you don't mind a comment from a 'stranger'. I came across your blog (I think from Little Tin Bird) and I've enjoyed reading it - I love your writing style. I'm really sorry about the hard stuff you're going through right now. I have a suggestion - have you thought about joining a running club? They often do stuff (long runs / parkruns / events) at the weekend and if it's anything like my running club there's a good cross section of people to meet at all running levels. Hope you don't mind me sticking my oar in - and hope you keep writing as you're good at it.

  6. I wish I knew the right thing to say but I know how difficult it is. You are one of the wittiest, most inspiring people I know and I hope that you can see that (again, not so easy when you are struggling with the crappiness of life) I know I am a long way away but am always here for you if you want a chat.

    Maria xxx

    P.S. I have been absolutely sickening recently so I apologise! xxx

    1. I agree with all of the above. You are one of the people that inspire me to be more than dresses and puppies and speak about things I believe in and share the lows as well as the highs. It's OK to not be OK and I propose a Sunday blogger meet up, maybe for a picnic and walk in the summer xxx

    And what you explain about the flutuation from happy to sad sounds like it very much describes my whole life. Big loves. I'm pretty shit at pep talks.


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