
JigsawFeelin
Student
- May 31, 2020
- 132
This is likely the same for a lot of you, but oftentimes I actively try to improve my life. I look on the 'bright side', I make an effort to see people, I apply for jobs and I PUSH for help with my health conditions like a Karen demanding to see the manager.
But every time I do so, something happens.
I get an invite to a gig, I get excited, buy an outfit for it, look forward to seeing people I haven't seen since lockdown and then find out my happily situated ex is going. Or I pay £££ for a private health consultation and I'm told things can't be fixed. I eat intuitively and happily and then weight gain happens that shouldn't even be possible with my consumption. It seems like every time I get up, get washed and face the day head-on, something catapults into me and I'm just not sure what to do anymore.
I've learnt recently I'm a super resilient person. And that's why I'm still here, it has little to do with survival instinct- I think I mostly believe life can get better.
But my luck just seems, frankly, really awful. I have a lot of the ingredients for a good life, I'd argue a lot of ingredients my peers who've done better than me don't have are at my disposal. But I'm beginning to think my bad luck is mathematically impossible.
It just seems criminally unfair, this constant cycle of going 'fuck it, stay on benefits and see no one, you're actually a lot safer on your own and it's evident by the thousands of jobs you've applied to and not heard back from that you're meant to be unemployed' and then going 'no, you're going to live a life you're proud of'. I just need *one* break in luck. Maybe a good date turning into a relationship, or somehow my C.V being picked from a pile, or a doctor saying 'we can fix this'.
I'd be happy with just one little piece of luck. Anything on the above list would bring me unfathomable happiness.
But I'm currently stuck single, mostly friendless, without a job in a market the UK news outlets claim has now ceased to be tough and suffering from so many ailments it makes me anxious to be around people.
I never wanted my life to be like this. And I was certainly told if I tried and if I kept trying things would improve. But how long can I keep battling this disappointment? I'm terrified in two years time, something will resolve itself in some way, and I've spent so much energy obsessing over this really basic want that everyone else has that I'm basically broken and utterly defensive.
But every time I do so, something happens.
I get an invite to a gig, I get excited, buy an outfit for it, look forward to seeing people I haven't seen since lockdown and then find out my happily situated ex is going. Or I pay £££ for a private health consultation and I'm told things can't be fixed. I eat intuitively and happily and then weight gain happens that shouldn't even be possible with my consumption. It seems like every time I get up, get washed and face the day head-on, something catapults into me and I'm just not sure what to do anymore.
I've learnt recently I'm a super resilient person. And that's why I'm still here, it has little to do with survival instinct- I think I mostly believe life can get better.
But my luck just seems, frankly, really awful. I have a lot of the ingredients for a good life, I'd argue a lot of ingredients my peers who've done better than me don't have are at my disposal. But I'm beginning to think my bad luck is mathematically impossible.
It just seems criminally unfair, this constant cycle of going 'fuck it, stay on benefits and see no one, you're actually a lot safer on your own and it's evident by the thousands of jobs you've applied to and not heard back from that you're meant to be unemployed' and then going 'no, you're going to live a life you're proud of'. I just need *one* break in luck. Maybe a good date turning into a relationship, or somehow my C.V being picked from a pile, or a doctor saying 'we can fix this'.
I'd be happy with just one little piece of luck. Anything on the above list would bring me unfathomable happiness.
But I'm currently stuck single, mostly friendless, without a job in a market the UK news outlets claim has now ceased to be tough and suffering from so many ailments it makes me anxious to be around people.
I never wanted my life to be like this. And I was certainly told if I tried and if I kept trying things would improve. But how long can I keep battling this disappointment? I'm terrified in two years time, something will resolve itself in some way, and I've spent so much energy obsessing over this really basic want that everyone else has that I'm basically broken and utterly defensive.
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