Tired of Being Sad and Lonely

It seems as though I’ve had the lion’s share of sadness lately.  In the grand scheme of things I know that there are plenty of people in the world who have more to complain about than I.  But that doesn’t help on the evenings when I’m caught in the endless spin cycle of my own mind.

There are external influences at play as well as internal ones.  I am sad because of other people and the situations they create for themselves and for me.  I am sad because of my inability to end negative things and embrace positive ones.  I’m sad because my optimistic outlook is starting to lose its shine.

I don’t like feeling this way.  It makes me feel like a fraction of myself.  Then I end up susceptible to false hopes and empty promises.  And those certainly do know to lighten my mood or restore my faith in humanity.

There are positives in my life.  That goes without saying.  The Fiend is amazing and I am incredibly grateful for her.  I have wonderful friends who have been there for me time and again when I have needed them.  My parents are supportive and loving.  I am surrounded by some of the most fantastic people on the planet.

Which is why it is so odd to me that part of the sadness arises out of a feeling of loneliness.  It is as though there is a small empty space that simply isn’t being filled.  And even though it is small, I can’t help but be constantly aware of it. 

I’m running myself ragged trying to stay busy enough to be distracted.  Piling activity on top of activity until there is barely any room to breathe in any given day.  Then I just end up tired.

The difficulty is I don’t know what is causing this space.  I don’t know how to fill it.  I haven’t been successful in ignoring it.  I’ve yet to figure out how to live with it.

I don’t want to feel bitter and jaded.  I don’t want to expect the worst of everyone.  I don’t want to feel as though hope is for fools and love is a joke.

But I am starting to and I don’t know how to stop.

Loneliness

My sister and her fiance came to visit us last night.  We had fun playing with the dogs, they have a super cute puppy named Maisy, and hanging with The Fiend.  After I put The Fiend down for bed we chatted about what their plans are.  They joked about who was going to stay home with the babies and how neither of them wanted to change diapers.  We discussed where they want to live and what type of work they want to pursue.

They are a great couple.  Each of them has retained their individuality while still providing an excellent support system for each other.  They are at ease with each other.  I watched them talk openly and honestly about their fears and concerns about getting married without accusation or anger.  Their relationship is one that works because they work at it together.

After they left I found myself dwelling on how I have never been able to achieve that with any of my relationships.  I found myself in a place of doubt, wondering why I haven’t been able to find that, what deficit in my personality makes me a disposable partner.  I began to question what character flaws prevent people from wanting to put work into a relationship with me.

Of course that’s a two way street.  Have I wanted to put work into a relationship?  That’s not a question I have a good answer for right now. 

There have been two men I wanted things to work with, one a long time ago and one more recently.  I was willing to do certain things, but not willing to do others.  When things got difficult, my default position was ending the relationship.  In both cases that is what eventually happened.

I can’t speak for those two men.  I don’t know if they were willing to work to make things work.   I don’t know if they were ready for that commitment.  I can say I was not willing to work.  I was not ready for that commitment.

Perhaps I was just not ready.  Perhaps I have not yet been worthy of that kind of commitment.  Perhaps neither of these men was the right person.  Perhaps I wasn’t the right person.  Whatever the reason, it was not the time. 

I’m trying very hard to bear in mind the most recent example of my ineptitude with relationships is not a condemnation of my character.  Sometimes things don’t work even when you really want them to.  This ties back to my earlier discussion of expectation.  I have never expected a relationship to work.  I have always assumed that the other person would come to their senses and head for the hills.  And either I leave before I get left, or I get left.

All this is evidence of the importance of developing a stronger sense of self-worth.  By not understanding my own value I precluded a successful relationship by presuming failure.  I have a friend who accuses me of putting potential suitors through all sorts of Herculean tasks, but not to prove that they are worthy of me.  Instead I am trying to show them I’m not worth the trouble.  He tells me that I should put men in my life through the tasks, but I need to change the mindset.  They do need to show me that they are worthy of me.  He reminds me I am worthy.

That is hard for me to accept.  I so often find myself convinced that lovers, partners and friends could do so much better.  I assume that there is a certain degree of pity that enters into all of my human interactions.  Intellectually, I understand this to be utter nonsense.  Emotionally, I have a hard time reigning it in.

So after my sister left I had a good cry about my inevitable fate as the cat lady.  Then I gave myself a good mental slap in the face.  This is what I am working on.  And this is why I am working on it.  The self-loathing has become toxic.  I have to learn to love myself as myself.  To detached my value from my relationship status.  To recognize that I am worthy.  To accept love.  To fight for it.  To expect nothing less from those in my life.

It is not an easy road to walk on.  Nobody likes to be lonely.  And right now I am lonely.  After the day slows down and there are no longer any distractions it is hard to ignore the space left behind in someone’s absence.  What I have to learn is space is ok.  It is healthy.  It provides room to grow.  Once I can come to that point of acceptance I will stop being lonely.  I will be with myself.