I don’t always have New Year’s Resolutions. This year I have only one.
I want to become more positive.
Of late, I find that I am in danger of becoming one of those bitter old women that everybody hates. I believe that I’ve managed to fend off the condition for awhile through a powerful sense of humor that I’ve developed over the years. But I’ve been listening to how I think and respond to situations in life, and let me tell you this.
My inner voice is a bitch. It calls me idiot and dumbass all the time. It looks for the worst, and finds it even in blessings. It expects disappointment, and feels smugly “I was right” when it happens.
How did I get this way? A lot of things over the last fifty-plus years.
I won’t bore you with details. It would take too long, and I don’t want this thread to become a Can You Top This Misery? contest. However, here is what has been involved in my life:
Growing up it was dealing with long term parental alcoholism, adultery, family fights and estrangement, religious fundamentalism, ie: Jehovah’s Witnesses and all the rampant sexism, social isolationism, anti-intellectualism, and a rigid code of behavior that belief entails, and long term sexual harassment from boys in school.
Once grown, it was twenty-five years of taking care of parents enfeebled by disease. For nine years it was my father with muscular dystrophy, and five years before he died, my mother had the first of her strokes. She is now ninety years old, and I think has the beginnings of dementia. I still take care of her at home.
I also work full time. I work at the same company that laid me off for six years, seven years ago. I have over thirty years of experience, but I’m paid entry level wages. I’m not complaining after six years of temp work, but I don’t like to think about my employment situation much.
Myself? I was diagnosed with clinical depression when I was thirty, but I had that condition since I was twelve. August, 1974, and I’ve been wanting to be dead on and off ever since. Permanent solution to a temporary problem, my ass.
I’m diabetic and asthmatic and very, very tired.
Oh, and I’m a lifelong celibate. It’s due to a mixture of religious upbringing and spite. Of everything, it’s the least of my worries.
Well, there it is. Now, in 2017, I’m hoping to become a more positive person.
But I don’t know how.
Any suggestions will be appreciated.
Happy New Year.