It's been many months since I wrote in this thread.
I was just about to post in the 'Post Your Random Thoughts...' thread when suddenly I remembered I had my own private space to blab in that people need read only if they want to....
Where to start? To fill in on the past few months? They've been fine. Good. Most notably, I had a nice holiday - I took a great memory from the past back into the present by re-visiting some friends in a faraway country, and I'm doing really well at a job I love. Earning lots of praise from my boss and feel very comfortable around my colleagues. It takes time for me to feel comfortable around others but now, I finally do - to the point where I can be myself around them and tease them etc.
Anyway. I'll put my own horn away for now.
But the past couple of weeks... wow. I've been emotional. It's like... every day I question so much.
I'm not sure what it is about anxiety. Maybe it's the fact you're so aware of your emotions that you notice every single thing you think and feel.
I'm doing a job where every single day I'm reading about dozens of victim's cases. Real cases. Ones in which the majority don't always make it to the news. Real people, being hurt and victimised - and nobody knows about it because it all goes on behind closed doors. And because, for some stupid reason, people feel as though their suffering is something to be ashamed of.
It makes me sad to know that so many people are suffering as result of the actions of others. And what's worse is knowing that they're going through it alone.
My best-friend is going through it all too. She is hurting and suffering at the hands of the man she loves. But you'd never know it judging from her Facebook profile picture, of them sitting happily in a gondola.
Why do we never appreciate life until a tragedy occurs elsewhere? I'm so sick of hearing people saying stuff like, "this puts everything into perspective" bla bla. Yes, good, but ACT on that beyond this moment/day!
And why do we occasionally allow ourselves to conflict with the people we care about most?
Just get over it and get on with it!!
I'm trying to adapt to the mindset that we should (sorry, a cliche is about to enter) live every day like it's our last, and speak to everybody like we may never see them again. Because the reality is - there's no guarantee that we will. I don't mean this in a morbid way, actually I mean it in a positive one. If only we just appreciate, appreciate, appreciate rather than let these silly worries over-rule us.
Life is so damn fragile.
This was a really random post, and a rather deep one. I apologise but... best to let it out