More of Me.

I don't fit in. I've never, in fact, fit in. I have always been a person that can usually get along with multiple types of people and groups. Since moving back to Texas I feel more and more like I don't fit in here, especially in Lubbock. I have one best friend out here. All of my other friends are spread out across the country. I hate that this place feels like high school all over again. Drama ensues almost everywhere you go. You get ousted from hanging out with people because you haven't been cast or you aren't "cool" enough. This doesn't help when are depressed and have to feel like no one could careless if you are in the room.

Telling me I'm filled with drama is total b.s. No one actually knows what I deal with internally on a daily basis. I deal with depression, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder. Not that any of my military buddies would agree with the PTSD because I never served overseas or anything. What they don't seem to understand is PTSD has everything to do with something traumatic that has happened to someone. It doesn't even need to deal with war. Anxiety gives me panic attacks even when I don't have anything to worry about. It feels like a heart attack. Depression is probably the toughest to deal with on a daily basis. I live alone with my dog and cat. It takes every part of my being to get up and actually function day to day. I have my good days and I definitely have my bad days. Sometimes the good outweigh the bad or vice versa. I can't control how I feel when I wake up, all I can really do is try my best to look at the positive in life and focus on the fact I've made it this far. I've lost many a good friend to depression and I refuse to go down like that. I may struggle day to day but I'm still here holding on and fighting to stay in the game.

I was 10 years old when I lost my father. I know that losing a family member is no excuse to be depressed until you are my age. Try being a young adult and having been to over 10 funerals in 10 years. I know that may not seem like a lot but for most people it is. I've dealt with so much in such a short amount of time I'm surprised my heart still bleeds. Dealing with death is hard enough but tack on sexual/physical abuse and it can feel like the world has crumbled in on you. I dealt with that secret until I was 18 years old when I finally told my mother what had happened. The only person I feel completely close to out of my entire family is my little brother. I consider him my best friend and can talk to him about anything. Other relationships, for me, seem to be strained. Those relationships are most likely strained because I tend to pull away when I know things aren't going the way I would like them to.

I continuously doubt whether I am meant to pursue my dream or just become a mediocre office job zombie. I don't have the support from a live in boyfriend or husband but then again I've always grown up to believe you should love yourself before you love anyone else. You've got to be happy being alone before you can be happy living with someone. I still struggle with this, I'm happy but not everyday. I can remember going out last night with some coworkers for a birthday and I turned to one of them and said "Wow I can only imagine what my birthday would have been like if this many people showed up for me." She laughed and was stunned that I was telling the truth. Those are the type of thoughts that are constantly reeling through my head. That is even a tamer one than most.

I don't think this actually describes my internal struggle very well but right now I can't even explain it. Just realize that sometimes people want you to actually care and not just act sympathetic towards us. Then tell us we are full of drama, when you are the people that make me feel like I'm unwelcome. You are trying to make yourself look good and feel better about yourself when you talk bad about someone when they aren't there. Just remember to treat people how you would like to be treated.

Decisions, decisions....

I made a mistake. Hell, I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. I rarely regret anything I have done in my past because at one point it was what I wanted. The one I regret most is turning down the chance to audition for the company manager for a theatre company in the Northeast.

I am an actor, yet I have barely any experience professionally. I don't have a very filled in resume because I never got the chance to perform once I moved from Montana. I almost feel like if I would have stayed at University of Montana I would have more chances to do what I love. I'm intimidated by the fact that most of these college students I've spent the last 4 years with, both in Montana and Texas, have more of a chance than I do. I keep hearing about all the opportunities everyone is getting. I know that I am meant for bigger and better things but I am terrified because I'm up against people 5 years younger than me for the same roles. Got to keep chugging along. Pushing and keeping the passion alive is all I can do. If that means working in community theatre until I finally burst into the world a star then so be it!

So with that said I have a choice to make. Stay in the great state of Texas (Austin to be exact) or move to L.A.

Today

Have you ever noticed how you aren't allowed to text someone unless they text you first? Well how is the conversation supposed to start if you don't text them or call them first? No matter what you say, you are playing a game. I hate games. I just want to know that you like spending the time to get to know me or you just don't want to know me at all. Met a guy, gave him my number, hung out with him that night, and now haven't heard from him in a few days. Just wish I knew what to do. I've always been pretty cool when it comes to guys but I guess since I've been out of the game for a few years I've lost my ability.

Today has been a day of feeling great and then feeling down. It started off well enough. Took a Classical Mythology exam which I feel I did alright on. Then Math class was just like any other with a ton of notes. After coming home and relaxing I became a little depressed. (Anyone who has or knows someone with Anxiety/Depression knows that this can be normal.) I haven't really been down in a few days, so I tried to ignore it and go work out. After working out my brain started thinking, like it does when it wants to make me feel horrible. I started thinking about how alone I am and how I may live alone for the rest of my life. Normally I am okay with the thought of living the rest of my life alone but today it hit me harder than normal. I, also, know I am not truly alone. I have a good amount of great friends and I have some pretty rock solid family. Plus, not to mention, I have an awesome dog and cat that help distract me from everyday life. For some reason today just was a little worse than the rest. I will overcome this feeling but it just takes a little time.

Sorry, once again random thought process, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Hopefully my followers wouldn't either.

Life Update

I can't sleep so this means I type away....

Saturday I quit On the Border. Only because the manager on duty is a pain and doesn't know how to treat people with respect at all. I already have a job at Chuy's here in Lubbock but I really didn't want to walk out on OTB like I did. Sometimes you have to do what you don't want to, so that you may be happy.

As I continue to work on myself, I've come to the realization that I may not have as many friends as I thought. I don't feel like I belong out here. I want to belong somewhere. I may have to start looking elsewhere for lasting friendships. Even though I didn't necessarily like living in the sorority house, I miss my Delta Gamma girls. I know no matter what they were my family and always had my back. I can still call anyone of them up and know they will talk/calm me down.

Bourbon has been in dog training with a friend of mine. He is doing amazing and learning quickly. Byntly is still the same old cat that lays next to me as I type this wonderful update on my life. I dog sit for my friend from time to time, he has two Bassett hounds. B and them get along exceedingly well.

I'm slowly and steadily running out of steam on looking for a job. Maybe I should just do community theatre....I still feel like I'm meant for greater things but I honestly don't even know where to begin.