So my last post was in March haha in ways, a lot has changed and a lot hasn’t. I did start this blog around the same time. During the holidays before starting my last semester of Nursing where I was battling insane amounts of anxiety, panic, and just in general what the hell am I going to do with my life. That hasn’t changed. Maybe not insane amount of anxiety or panic, I think taking a year off helped show me following the straight and narrow, expected path isn’t always necessary. But the anxiety is still there. Definitely cropped up a couple of weeks ago, where again I was like what the f*** am I doing. I don’t know if this is what I want to do and I’m expected to know what I want to do with my life, I mean isn’t that what you’re meant to do at 21? Well I don’t, and I might not for a while. Things are different this time, I have a placement that I think might actually be really what fits where my passions seem to lie. I know that there are actually different pathways that I can take, not the straight and narrow I thought I had to. I know definitely what I don’t want to do and I’m learning to be okay with that. I know I have serious, low confidence that means I don’t put my 100% in sometimes and instead try and run away from that situation because I’m petrified of failing. I know I’m stressing myself out with trying to come up to solutions to problems that I can’t solve or probably don’t even exist. I’m trying so hard to control things that I legit have no control over whatsoever and stressing myself over it and probably seriously harming my health through that. I know that trying to avoid all those thoughts cropping up in my head by watching another episode of Suits (awesome show btw) is not going to help and instead I’m going to end up even more tired and just shit. So why not write, why not let it all out, all of the s***storm brewing up in my head.
I’ll admit a few things:
I’m scared that no matter how positive I’ve been trying to be about placement and finishing uni that I’m kidding myself. I’m scared that I’ve been thinking that it’ll okay with not being around my normal class but I’m scared that I’ll get there that first day and I’ll have the same panics and my friends aren’t going to be there in class with me like the other times. I’m scared that this anxiety will come back a million times worse and I won’t be able to get through it. I’m scared I won’t ever stop this annoying, incessant thinking. I’m just scared and don’t want this break to end. I’m scared about the new phase of life and what it holds. I’m scared of being alone. I’m scared of failing.
But I also feel maybe, just maybe it’ll be okay.
I’m going to try remind myself of my goals/resolutions that I set at the beginning of the year. Yea there were some of the practical things, save money, exercise more. But there was also “Do more that laeaves you feeling happy and invigorated.” “Think less, less phone scrolling time, write, walk, read.” “Work on my mental health and start by doing more things that put me on edge.” Hell that is just going into my last semester, doing what I have for the past two and a half years of this degree by constantly going back to uni even though it made me s*** myself every single day haha It definitely threw me off the edge a lot of times but hey I did actually get through it every single time and it has always been fine, it will be fine, whatever happened was not by fluke, it was me and a bit of the world working out but that isn’t going to stop. I need to have more faith in myself and confidence in myself instead of just plotting and planning that the world is going to go against me haha Yea, but a bit of effort in but also make the most of each moment of downtime that I do have. Thats all for now haha and hopefully I start writing more!