Consquences

Today I choose to not be quiet anymore.

The last two months have been the hardest two months of my life. I have probably sat in my bed debated more stuff that is going on. I questioned myself and everything around me and for awhile I felt like I was drowning. I went to work, went to church, and got sucked in this cycle that I didn't know how to get out of until recently.

Two months ago, I started talking to and seeing someone. It turned very dysfunctional real fast. He was sweet and caring behind closed doors, we danced in his kitchen, stayed up till five am laughing and singing, he slowly became everything I wanted. But when it came to not being behind closed doors I only existed when he wanted me to exist. I prayed all the time for a miracle.

I became very angry and very sad. I ranted to friends and coworkers without saying a name about the guy I liked who was stressing me out. I found myself glued to my phone waiting. Waiting on a message, hanging on to every word, hoping that maybe he'd want to hang out with me. I remember caring about work enough to get back because I was stressed.

It became very unhealthy just keeping this secret.. He lived his life and I was basically sworn to secrecy. I coped in the worst ways. I spent Friday nights partying then Saturdays kinda stumbling into work laughing about what stupid thing I did the night before. I would stay up till 4-5 am when I was with him just so I could spend sometime with him. Then I would go work my eight hour shift after getting up at 9-10.

Nothing in that situation with this guy I was in made sense or was even good. It took me honestly so long to see how dysfunctional about it. No matter how many times I tried to tell him that I wasn't someone he could just keep a secret, it seemed like things would never change. I also never really knew how he felt. I opened up and tried so hard to communicate and I got the same thing over and over again.

At one point during a monthly meeting with my local church leader, I ended up almost breaking down. I told him how I was sad and stressed and I just was struggling to cope. He suggested that I start using church services to get into therapy to maybe start feeling better.


I tried to tell myself that he was going to change. Someday he was going to wake up and realize that I was not keeping a secret. It wasn't until very early Saturday morning that I ended up walking away. I kept telling him that I deserved better and that no one needs to be kept some dirty little secret. I couldn't stand seeing him at this place and work and him acting like I barley existed. He shut me out completely and I was over it. I was over feeling like complete crap. I knew I had to let go even though walking away was the hardest thing I have ever done.

Coming to the realization that I deserve better and that I need to focus on myself and my mental health has been challenging but so rewarding in itself.

I have learned in the last couple of days that silence and distance is sometimes the best medicine. I have learned that I need to put myself first and not lose myself in some guy. I refuse to compromise my recovery and my happiness.

It is going to take a heck of a long time. I don't know how exactly how I am going to come back from this but I promise I will come back and rise again.