My god it's like my soul is on fire, turning over and over again as it wakes up in a fury of third degree burns singeing and threatening to kill.
Unrest. Anger. And pure frustration.
Everything I have been figuring out has become clearer to me.
My life, my wonderful life, has not been my own.
All I care about is other people (hear me out before you judge).
My life is made up of the opinions of my parents, friends, family.
All I care about is impressing you, my readers, my photography fans, my facebook stalkers, and my family and friends.
I make my life look perfect. I make my life look like a dream, when really inside all I'm doing is screaming. Everything is wrong, everyone is wrong, but I hide it so well. Too well.
I wanted someone to somehow notice, and ask me if anything was wrong. Well that was mistake number one. It's not that no one cared, it's that I depended on people for too long.
I never cared about myself, I don't even KNOW myself.
Don't get me wrong, I have had some incredible experiences. I have done some incredible things and I have some extremely significant people in my life. But never for me. I never included me on those vacations and trips and adventures. I was never there.
"Oh I have been through some tough experiences, but I always overcome". I never even knew what the word tough meant.
My god, what some people have overcome in their life is absolutely terrifyingly amazing. I never knew tough until I met myself.
I can't believe I am putting this out there, putting this for you to read.
But I am struggling to overcome this need to find comfort in the satisfaction of others.
I am struggling to trust myself and find myself.
Yeah, yeah yeah, I know your exact thoughts: "19 years old, just left home and struggling to find herself...cliche!!"
Yeah well, whatever.
No, no, I'm not taking an "I don't care about you, I'm full of myself" route.
I'm taking a "Thank you more then life for your compliments, thank you for believing in me, my photos, my talents, but the only person I need to please is myself" route.
Look, if there's anything you get out of this blog post, is to talk to yourself. Worry about yourself. Love your friends, love your family, but if you're going to love ANYONE in the world, love yourself.
I am in NO position to give advice on this.
None whatsoever. Don't listen to me if you want.
But I know if I had loved myself, and even knew one thing about myself in the past few years, I would be able to love others much, much more.
So here goes (can't believe myself, being all vulnerable and all): My biggest fear?
...knowing myself.
I am scared shitless (pardon) of who I am.
I don't know who I am.
What if I'm a crazy murderer?
What if I'm a mean, evil villain?
What if, deep down, I am a lonesome soul who will never find happiness?
What if I am bombarded by what if's for the rest of my life?
What if I can't get over my fears?
What if I never accept myself?
Scared shitless, again.
Now, let me take a guess.
One guess, that I'm not the only one going through this.
One guess, that you're as scared as I am.
Scared for your future, and scared about who you are.
I mean, aren't we all scared?
Aren't we all running from something, putting it in the back of our minds as if it doesn't exist?
Isn't fear what motivates us to do anything and everything?
We work because we fear we'll be poor.
We impress because we fear to be hated.
We hide negative emotions because we fear being ridiculed for our "sensitivity".
Look, again, not trying to lecture. That's one of my traits: trying to turn something awful/negative/bad into something good, or some sort of lesson (well I mean, I guess all experiences are a lesson in themselves though).
I need to just let bad things be. They're part of life. No really, but they are.
This post is about me, and directed to me, not you (no offense).
I'm going to be more selfish.
Not a greedy, mean selfish, but a I-care-about-my-well-being selfish.
So first on the list?
Deactivating Facebook.
Seeya. Gone. Buh-bye.
I'm going to try it for one week, and see how it goes.
I need some me time, without everyone opinionizing (I know it's not a word) me.
I love you all dearly, but even your compliments scare me.
Second on the list?
Not sure.
Me time?
Vacation?
Standing up for myself by not doing something that I think I SHOULD do?
(Should is a word that needs to be eliminated from my vocabulary).
It's about what I want to do from now on.
If I want to go on Outward Bound, I'll do it to impress myself, not anyone else.
If I want to volunteer in Alaska, I'll do it to impress myself, not anyone else.
If I want to go to SCAD, I'll do it for my love of photography, and I'll make the salary I want to make, and I'll create my own future.
And anything I don't want to do, I won't do it.
Gosh it sounds so simple now that I typed it out.
The best thing about this post, it scares me shitless (pardon again) to write it, but you know what, I'm not going to pretend I don't fear anymore, or that this was easy to overcome.
Overcoming a hike, eh, not so scary.
Overcoming a brutal soccer game, eh, not so bad.
Overcoming expressing my emotions? Holy SHIT, shut the front door, mother father, I'm scared.
This post was written for me and only me.
...But I'm going to let you in on it because, well, that's my new thing apparently, telling people how I feel.
I'm no attention whore blogging about my problems for sympathy.
I mean, well, I kinda was a attention whore.
But I'm changing! Well, I'm attempting to change.
I'll post this as my Facebook status (before deactivation) and probably check back every three min to see who commented and said "Sam you're so brave!!".
No, I'm really not.
If I were brave, I'd call my Mom and tell her how I don't want to play soccer this fall because I only wanted to play to impress her and Dad.
Trust me, I'm not brave.
I'm scared shitless, but nevertheless, I'm inviting my demons in.
And it's going to be a long life making peace with them.
PS: Hey all you wonderful people in my past who I have treated like dirt, I'm sorry. I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart for ditching you in a canoe; sorry for being mad at you even on your birthday; and sorry for letting you get away from me by thinking you never cared. It's not that no one cared. It's that I was afraid to let you in, because if I couldn't trust myself, how could I trust you? Again, I'm sorry. And sorry to anyone else I have ever hurt even in the slightest. You were right.