Moving Forward
Posted: January 3rd, 2015, 7:00 am
Background info: I have depression and anxiety issues. I was born in Slovakia, moved to Vancouver as a child, grew up in Vancouver but moved back to Slovakia about a year ago because my parents basically couldn’t find a job/pay the bills and thought they’d fair better in Slovakia. I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t feel as though I could stay and take care of myself. I’m 23 years old.
My mom came into my room to have a chat with me about where I am in regards to moving forward and getting better. I told her nothing’s changed because nothing has. All the things blocking me are still there, all the things I can’t bring myself to do I still can’t.
I guess I have a couple options. I can get a job here. In fact she can get me a job here so from that standpoint it’s the easiest option. I don’t want to live here though so I don’t see why that’s a good idea. Teaching English (which is what she does and what I would/could do) is a useless job where I want to live: in an English-speaking place. I suppose I could earn some money, but long-term it doesn’t help me at all. Oh and of course I don’t feel capable of doing this in the slightest. I don’t know grammar rules well enough, I’ve never taught anyone anything, I’m anxious about public speaking etc. I know exactly how it would go: anxious beforehand, anxious during, anxious after; anxious during every waking moment. Dreading the thought of going to work, dreading hearing my phone ring in case it’s someone from work needing something from me… I’ve experienced it already in other jobs, I don’t want to go through it all again. I can’t handle it.
I could go to school. Well, I could theoretically go to school. I’d have to find one that’s in English and that’s close. My mom did some digging and couldn’t really find any in Bratislava so Austria’s probably the best bet but that would be at least a two hour commute every day. I don’t see how that would work. I went on their website to see what the process for applying is and it pissed me off, although I should have expected it. It’s a fucking nightmare. I need this and I need that, I need a letter, I need a certificate… I can’t do this. It would take every ounce of strength and willpower I have to get all the fucking paperwork in order if I even could do it. I’m halfway around the fucking planet from my high school; I can’t exactly pop in to get a copy of my diploma. And I know that this is the tip of the fucking iceberg. It’s just going to be more and more stress, more paperwork, more deadlines, more “call here”, more “go there” and that’s just the process of getting in to the fucking school. Then there’s the actually doing the work and getting educated. That’s not exactly a cakewalk.
I think about the big picture and it almost seems doable. Go to school, you’ll meet some people, get some confidence, find what you’re interested in, get a degree, use that t get a job and you’re set… As soon as I start to look closer it all falls apart. Why the fuck does it have to be so hard? Why can’t I show up pick out some courses and that’s it. Why do there have to be all these rules and all these deadlines… I can’t deal with it. How do people do this shit without breaking down, I don’t get it.
The last option is to just go back. I don’t know how that’ll work. I can afford a plane ticket, I guess, but that’s about it. So I show up a homeless person and start from there. Lovely. Maybe I can scrounge up some money for a month’s rent so I’ll have a month to get everything together. Ya… that’ll work.
People say suicide isn’t the right option. Some say it’s not even an option. Well I fucking beg to differ. It seems like the best option. It seems like the only option. That or I just continue mooching of my parents, living with them and doing fuck-all else. What a great fucking option that is too…
Somebody tell me what I should do. I seriously don’t see any way out of this shit.
My mom came into my room to have a chat with me about where I am in regards to moving forward and getting better. I told her nothing’s changed because nothing has. All the things blocking me are still there, all the things I can’t bring myself to do I still can’t.
I guess I have a couple options. I can get a job here. In fact she can get me a job here so from that standpoint it’s the easiest option. I don’t want to live here though so I don’t see why that’s a good idea. Teaching English (which is what she does and what I would/could do) is a useless job where I want to live: in an English-speaking place. I suppose I could earn some money, but long-term it doesn’t help me at all. Oh and of course I don’t feel capable of doing this in the slightest. I don’t know grammar rules well enough, I’ve never taught anyone anything, I’m anxious about public speaking etc. I know exactly how it would go: anxious beforehand, anxious during, anxious after; anxious during every waking moment. Dreading the thought of going to work, dreading hearing my phone ring in case it’s someone from work needing something from me… I’ve experienced it already in other jobs, I don’t want to go through it all again. I can’t handle it.
I could go to school. Well, I could theoretically go to school. I’d have to find one that’s in English and that’s close. My mom did some digging and couldn’t really find any in Bratislava so Austria’s probably the best bet but that would be at least a two hour commute every day. I don’t see how that would work. I went on their website to see what the process for applying is and it pissed me off, although I should have expected it. It’s a fucking nightmare. I need this and I need that, I need a letter, I need a certificate… I can’t do this. It would take every ounce of strength and willpower I have to get all the fucking paperwork in order if I even could do it. I’m halfway around the fucking planet from my high school; I can’t exactly pop in to get a copy of my diploma. And I know that this is the tip of the fucking iceberg. It’s just going to be more and more stress, more paperwork, more deadlines, more “call here”, more “go there” and that’s just the process of getting in to the fucking school. Then there’s the actually doing the work and getting educated. That’s not exactly a cakewalk.
I think about the big picture and it almost seems doable. Go to school, you’ll meet some people, get some confidence, find what you’re interested in, get a degree, use that t get a job and you’re set… As soon as I start to look closer it all falls apart. Why the fuck does it have to be so hard? Why can’t I show up pick out some courses and that’s it. Why do there have to be all these rules and all these deadlines… I can’t deal with it. How do people do this shit without breaking down, I don’t get it.
The last option is to just go back. I don’t know how that’ll work. I can afford a plane ticket, I guess, but that’s about it. So I show up a homeless person and start from there. Lovely. Maybe I can scrounge up some money for a month’s rent so I’ll have a month to get everything together. Ya… that’ll work.
People say suicide isn’t the right option. Some say it’s not even an option. Well I fucking beg to differ. It seems like the best option. It seems like the only option. That or I just continue mooching of my parents, living with them and doing fuck-all else. What a great fucking option that is too…
Somebody tell me what I should do. I seriously don’t see any way out of this shit.