What the heck? I was usually an optimistic, happy-go-lucky, easygoing kinda gal, who believes (often in spite of all indications to the contrary) that Things Will Be Better Tomorrow. My marriage took a lot of that out of me, but since my husband moved out, I’ve recovered that mentality quite a lot. Frankly, I’ve been a much happier gal in the last few weeks.
So why am I suddenly feeling like a loser? This isn’t like me. I’m finding that when I think about my job, my attending school to be a massage therapist, my little antiques business, my progressively-cleaner house…all of this stuff, which should be labelled “GOOD” in my brain, seems to be covered with little sticky notes that say “Inadequate!”, “Wacky!”, “Self-indulgent!”, “Not enough!”…well, you get the idea.
I think part of my dilemma arose when I talked to a friend of mine about my future as a massage therapist. I told him how someday I might pursue massage therapy as a means of helping those in need of positive messages about their bodies–battered women, rape victims, etc. His response was to remind me that, you know, you aren’t gonna make any MONEY doing that kind of work.
Huh? I was actually, for once in my life, rather speechless. Later, of course, my self-image issues kicked in, and I started worrying about this whole money thing. Would my kids be better off if I went back to teaching, thereby increasing our income (and my stress level) but decreasing my time with them? Am I being selfish or doing the right thing for my family by doing what I’m doing with my life? Am I, in fact, DOING anything at all with my life? Workwise, I’m content being a paper carrier right now. Is that a bad thing, not having a Career, not caring about money as long as I can pay the bills?
Then there’s the whole separation issue. My husband still wants to come home, and there is some glimmer, however faint, of hope that we might work things out, although I expect that it will not be for at least 6 months or so. He insists that he loves me and wants to work it out.
And you know what? I’m not sure. I think this is largely my own self-esteem problem, as I said, but I can’t help wondering why? Why would anyone love me enough to go through this? Why on earth would he want to come BACK, after he was so clearly unhappy for so long?
I’m perplexed. Not in major trouble as far as depression goes, but just…insecure, maybe. I guess some serious self-examination is in order, and a bit of pulling up by the bootstraps. It’s hard right now, though. I’m glad I have the SDers to lean on a bit, and I hope y’all don’t mind too much.
Best,
karol