Hello everyone, hope you are all ok and had a good time last night.
I didn't really enjoy myself as it goes. I began to excessively worry for my girlfriend's safety as a result of her being in the same town as the two deaths through bar violence I witness while working in the summer. I probably started an argument through my paranoia. I trust her with my life but I don't trust that town. I only have bad and painful memories there and have only been back once since.
Then I just got sick of people's bonhomie and positivity for the future, I felt a real painful jealousy that they can look that far and feel so much confidence for the days ahead, when I settle for getting through the present unscathed. I got so sad that I'd spent 2/3 of 2011 as a slave to OCD. I then thought, "well 11 always has been an unlucky number" before chastising myself for this OCD thought.
I felt so low I started to think of suicide, only ideation not actual harm or anything. I fell back to sleep and felt silly for thinking in that way, but I'm sick of everything. I want to feel no fear about the future as everyone else seems to. All I see is joblessness and yet more failure to deliver on this "potential" I apparently have.
I could have been a published writer by now if it wasn't for OCD. I had a chance, with three others (all older than me) to pitch my work to three big publishers. The idea of having a chance to work with Penguin would have been a dream come true. I didn't go. I was so scared and afraid by what I know now to be OCD I passed up the chance of a lifetime. I couldn't talk to my own parents, let alone pitch to a public audience. It's something I really used to enjoy, public speaking, until the OCD pushed me into my hermit crab's shell.
I'm sorry to rant, but I'm feeling down,
Thanks everyone, Happy New Year to you all,
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