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Fallout

I recently had a fallout with a best friend.

There’s two sides to every story, yes.

Her side was that I called too much. She said I needed to talk to someone everyday, and that she had a life, too, and couldn’t talk all the time.

I get it. I do. I called a lot. I always needed to talk to someone and she claimed she was my best friend so I always called her. She was my goto person when I was in need.

She has since unfriended me and said she was done.

I stuck by her when she was going through abusive relationships, her drinking and drugging, and episodes of BPD. I was always there, and never turned down her conversation, calls, or texts. Even when she called me at 3AM. She used to call me a lot. Ever since she moved in with her current boyfriend, she has a life now.

Idk. I was going through a lot last month and she told me she wasn’t working for about 3 weeks. I had tried calling and she never answered the phone.

No, but I get it. People make priority what is priority to them. I was priority until she got with her boyfriend. Even when I got my boyfriend, I kept calling her.

Moral of the story is: If you claim you are my best friend, and I put my all into you, I expect reciprocation.

I dont see how I’m in the wrong. Especially when she continually told me she was a shitty friend.

I’m gonna move on without her. Going to do my own thing.

Thanks for reading! And until next time!

Food For Thought

Good morning!

I have something hard to admit. I’m back to smoking cigarettes again, sometimes. My Love got back on them, and then so did I. I’m sorry, guys.

With that aside, and off my chest, I want to start the day on a good note. I know I will probably become depressed by noon. I don’t know how I came up with that, but I always seem to be depressed by then.

I recently had a bit of a fallout with a friend. It was my last straw with them. I helped them numerous times over the past few years to deal with their BPD and relationship issues. Everytime they called or texted, I answered. Now with me having a rough past month, they’ve been on vacation and haven’t answered my calls or texts. I’m tired of giving my all to people who can’t give their all to me. If you can’t give your all to me, and I’M giving you my all…fuck it then. Ima let you go.

I wish people would interact with my blog more. I’m not sure how many people are completely seeing it, but I would love some feedback. About anything. Maybe what I should post more of, or if you have any questions about me.

You can follow me on Twitter, if you’d like: @TheRecoveryLife

Or on Instagram: @LifeLoveRecovery

I want to leave you guys with a semi-motivational quote:

“Memories are meant to serve you, not enslave you.” – someone

Thanks for reading! And until next time!

I Have Everything To Lose

Things are not going well, all in all,

My Love and I have been arguing and fighting everyday. He’s upset over finances, and me cleaning the house very little. I’m upset because I have to beg him to hold me, talk to me, or show me any kind sexual attention whatsoever. He just won’t. Me, on the other hand, I’m working in getting a job for both of us.

I’m not sure what to say. I have considered leaving past few days, but I’m trying to stick it out and work on myself more. He hasn’t worked on much of anything. He says he just wants to be left alone, but that’s every single day. He just wants to play video games and smoke weed. I don’t feel it’s fair for him to want to be left alone for days at a time when I’m yearning for touch from him, and to hear his voice talk to me.

I followed up with that job, but still haven’t heard back. It’s been almost a week. I really want this job so bad, and I just don’t know if I’ll get it, or not.

I’ve been drinking more. And I’ve started drinking liquor. And today I drank before noon. Those are sure shot signs I’m not in a good place at all.

My mom seems to be avoiding me, and my dad is just too busy working. My friends, they are busy with their own things. I don’t have many people in my life that stick around, and I cant help but feel My Love will leave me someday.

For the love of everything, Lord, send me a sign. I need things to get better, and I’ve only contemplated hurting myself everyday.

Thanks for reading. And until next time.

Does It Ever End?

The financial situation is just getting worse.

I’m really holding out on getting a proper job. I’m not sure why completely. My health isn’t up to par enough to do it. That’s probably why, honestly.

I feel like we can get through this, but in the meantime I will be going back to instacart for awhile to make some extra cash.

Enjoy this picture of Thor looking out the window. I took him to the dog park today. I’ve been exercising a lot more, and slowly eating better.

Good Morning! ☀️

I haven’t really wrote anything of value here in the past 2-3 weeks.

My Love and I are probably over our heads with finances at the moment. No doubt we are working on that, though. We have been talking a bit more about our financial situation and have decided that maybe it is actually possible to stay where we are at, or stay in the area. I keep relaying to him my fears of going back to my father’s house due to all the memories there being when I was the sickest with my mental health.

My job situation is nil. The only job I can think of doing, with little to no stress, is maybe being a stocker at a grocery store. Although, I’m not sure how long I would be able to hold up there since, well, it’s not the most interesting job. These work at home jobs I’m finding are harder to get into. Finding them is no problem, they just require more than I am skilled at, at the moment.

So, here I am, eating off-brand ramen, and drinking off-brand Dr. Pepper. I’m still quite confident we can do this. There’s not much of a reason to believe we cant, but there’s still always that chance things may fall through.

Enjoy this picture of a birds nest I found in my area in the mean time.

Thanks for reading! And until next time!

I’m Not Sure If I’m Ready

I apologize for not posting in awhile.

Let’s start off by saying, My Love and I are not sure if we can afford rent anymore. We are considering moving back into our parents house (separately). Maybe getting our finances in order, before moving back in together.

Definitely not my idea, and i’m very scared. It’s nothing against my father, or his house, so much as, all my memories there of me dealing with my schizoaffective, depression, and anxiety. And then, my ex. It would just be so backwards for me. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, everyday. I hope it doesnt come down to that.

We could make it if I got a part time job. I was doing Instacart and a few other jobs like that for awhile, but with this town being so small, it’s hard because no one orders. I was lucky if I was getting two orders a day.

I’m supposed to be starting college again soon, and i’m just so lost. I’m not sure if i’m ready. Especially with all this having to move back stuff in the back of my head.

Forgive me for not writing much, but everything is so stressful right now. And i’ve been drinking more. As well as, having panic attacks everyday. I think it’s the stress of having to go backwards when I just don’t want to. I fear going backwards is going to ramp up my symptoms and depression.

Thanks for reading! And until next time!m

This Man Is My Life

Literally. And all I can think about everyday.

I just want things to be better between us. Obviously, if he didn’t love me, or like me, he wouldn’t have proposed! So I definitely need to do my part. I have considered couples counseling, but now that I think about it, so much of the problem, I feel like, is me. Well, to an honest extent it is, but then, it isn’t.

I became depressed back in January this year. What started off as talking about a possible engagement between us, to my mom, ended up disastrous. Things became worse and worse in my head, and everything spiraled out of control inside me. I became depressed. I stopped showering, taking care of the house, I binge ate, I stopped brushing my hair, etc, and honestly, i’m still at that point, but it’s gotten better as time has went on.

My Love and I talked today. We had an argument about our feelings. He says, “I work 40 hours a week, and I come home and have to clean up the house AND cook.” I said, “I’d be in better spirits if you just spent time with me.”

Honestly, we never came to an agreement on the time spent together before the argument ended, but I promised him things would change and that I would start cleaning more and cooking more.

All of this stopped once I got depressed back in January. Just everything, like I said above plus more! I grew up in a house in my early twenties where my Dad hoarded a bit. Everything was always filthy. I hated it, but never cleaned. I’m not sure why, other than I didn’t want to clean. I just stayed in bed all day due to depression, anxiety, and psychosis. I either slept or ate, but I was always in bed. My Love said I need to break that habit of being in bed. I’m thinking I do, too, and need to start contributing to the household. Especially if i’m not working, I suppose.

Here’s to better times! 🍻

Thanks for reading! And until next time!

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