Thursday, August 3, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Sunday, July 9, 2017
The past three days feels so so surreal. I still remember answering a call from Danny Thursday. It was a little after Noon, he asked if I knew my Delta Skymiles number. I got kind of excited thinking D was trying to surprise me with a trip.
It was a surprise, however, not the kind that get butterflies going in your tummy. I could hear Danny breaking down and abruptly say he'll call when he's on the way home. I immediately call his mom.
Gramps is D's 94 year old grandfather and time has really taken a toll on his body the past seven months. When Sue and I spoke, we referred to the person as "he," "him," and "his" so I assumed it was Gramps. I immediately broke down crying alone in our room. The bedroom window was cracked and my neighbor is retired, I'm sure she thought I was strange.
It wasn't until D got home 20 minutes later when I found out it was his dad. I yelled out while scrambling around the house trying to pack my suitcase, "your mom just texted. Gramps is getting the MRI right now." And he said, "It's my dad." And started to cry.
In the six years we've been together I've never seen D cry before. He's always been the strongest and smartest person I know (still is). He's truly a unicorn.
How do I console my best friend when my best friend has always been the person that consoles me?
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Thursday, July 6, 2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
I'm unsure about a lot in my life right now, however, there's one thing I'm 110% certain about: meeting Danny has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I'm ready to put him, us, and our future before myself. Because at the end of the day if he's not happy, I won't be.
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Friday, May 26, 2017
Verbatim from my doctor's note.
Truth is, I've thought about it. More than I probably should, but I can't admit it to anyone because then they'll intervene and send you somewhere for who knows how long.
Next week I'm going to start seeing my shrink bi weekly. At the end of my first visit, she said "Oh yeah, everything you share with me is completely confidential. Unless it's thoughts of harming yourself or others. I have to share that with others."
Driving makes it so easy to make it look like an "accident."
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
The first question my physician always ask me when I see her is "has anything changed recently?" -Yes! Of course things changed, life happens all the time right? Taking it back to November, besides the seasons changing I was promoted only a few months prior to my first doctor's visit, the election happened and well, let's just say I've been making an ongoing case with Danny for moving to Canada, the man of my dreams asked me to spend the rest of our lives together, wedding planning, celebrating friends' life events, etc.
Let me clear the air, Danny and planning our wedding hasn't been a trigger. He's been nothing but supportive. He's not perfect and just like how I am, he's also trying to make sense of it all. There are things he says that comes across as tone deaf, but I can't blame him. He's never experienced me like this before.
If it's not Danny and it's not the stress of planning for our big celebration, then it leaves my new role and President Obama's successor as the culprits.
Now before you laugh, I admitted to my physician that the outcome of the election may have played a part in why I was feeling the way I was, and she said that others too have said the same. Being the first generation of immigrant parents, it hurts when the person that's supposed to lead the country tries to make it difficult for other immigrants to emigrate here. 38 years ago my parents left Vietnam in search of something better. They gave up everything just so that their future children could have something, and I'll never be able to repay them for that.
President Obama helped our country take five steps forward, and it feels like his successor is making our country take twenty steps back. Damn right I'm hurt.
Typically, it doesn't take a whole lot for me to be motivated in my professional life. I just strive to do better than I did the day before and it's paid off; the past four years with T I've received a bi-annual raise. But these days haven't been typical. I'm currently an uneducated, undetermined, selfish millennial. My heart races at 2 in the morning thinking about what it'd be like on my first day back in the office. The fucking questions. It's a grave I've dug for myself, and I'm too weak to face it head on, so, I keep thinking about laying in the grave I've created. It's insane the amount of disregard I have knowing that our wedding is less than 150 days away, and the plans Danny and I have made for our near future. Besides the outcome of the election, this job has been a constant in my extreme discontent with life. Paranoia, the feeling of never being enough, the pressure...one can only take on those feelings for so long before you start sinking, before one starts drowning.
I'm having trouble trying to process it all. The company I once loved and stuck up for, I now no longer believe our values align. Even my visits to the retailer have decreased. And now I'm stuck between exercising my rights or burning the bridge.
For the record, I'm really great at burning bridges.
I'm pathetic, I've turned to a TED Talk about depression. I only want to learn more about what's happening to my mind. You too, can try to understand:
Thank you, Andrew Solomon for helping me make sense of it all.
I'm afraid of...
damaging my relationship
being on medication
the questions I'll get when they see me return
people will see me in a different light
becoming more and more withdrawn
The thought of tomorrow can make you feel like anything is possible.
Monday, April 3, 2017
Our life together started six years ago, but I cannot wait to celebrate our love with our loved ones. It'll be a damn party.
I don't understand what I've done in life to be blessed with you, but I ain't letting you go.
When I was younger, I made a list of qualities I want the man of my dreams to have and he crosses every single one of them off the list. Bonus, he's added qualities I didn't know I wanted to the list.
You're the man of my dreams.
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Thursday, March 30, 2017
There was a time when I gave a fuck about what others thought of me. A long time ago. That was when every decision, every choice, every thought I ever had was to try and please everyone around me. Everyone, but myself. How do you think one would feel when everything she ever thought of and did was so that everyone around her could see her in a certain light?
Today, D asked me to call my primary provider to put me on meds. "Just a light dose." -D
I'm not sure how I feel about being on meds, but I am certain that I don't want my instability to hurt our relationship. D has been nothing but supportive in every way possible. It's been six years and I still feel oh so blessed. I truly don't deserve him, but I'm so blessed that he's by my side.
If you think about it though, I don't deserve any one that's in my life. From my parents, siblings, D, to my girlfriends who have all grown to be like my sisters. I don't deserve any of them, but somehow they're here and I'm fighting every single day to keep them.
I could definitely put more effort into staying in touch with my in-laws.
The tears continue. I'm a freak.
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything's about me
Yeah, I drive myself crazy
'Cause I can’t escape the gravity