Breaking Point - What Will I End Up Like?

Posted in my crazy life by debt kid on the September 10th, 2007

This is the lowest I’ve felt in a very long time. Last week was terrible and the weekend, while fun with some friends in town, was very stressful.

I thought I over drafted my business account into oblivion (ie, beyond being able to bring back), but thanks to some deposits posting it looks like I’m going to be OK there.

What’s not OK right now is me. I hate myself right now. I’m distracted all the time, constantly on edge, never rested, never at ease. The whole mess of living in my office for two months, keeping of the charade of being “OK” to the outside world has seriously affected my personality and thought processes.

Worst of all, my obsession with my situation and ways out of it has turned me into someone I never wanted to be: someone who can’t listen to others. My friendships have dwindled to a short few, of which only one knows what’s really going on in my life. It’s incredibly difficult for me to make new friendships because a.) I don’t get out much, though I’m trying more and b.) I have to be creative in every answer I give someone.

The truth is that I’m OK, and I’m not. I’m generally happy but I’m lonely. I’m ambitious but short sighted. I’m content with being poor, but yet I have to pursue profit. Because of what I’ve done I’m forced to make decisions and determine priorities not based I what I desire (love, relationships, faith, service), but on what is best for my financial situation.

God, no wonder I hate myself right now.

When I first came clean with my family and myself, I thought this process would make me a better person, stronger, more empathetic, more creative. Instead, I feel weaker, more selfish, more jaded.

If I can’t genuinely love other people because I’m so preoccupied without my own well-being and self preservation, what the crap am I doing with my life? I always thought (and had been told) that one of my greatest strengths was my ability to relate and be some sort of comfort to a wide range of people. I’ve lost that. I’ve lost my ability to care outside my own ‘effed up world, and it’s killing me.