happy days :D

my apologies for not updating this thing in nearly a month, i have a lot of things to update on! i have been busy. well, sort of. i honestly havent been doing too much. o well the point is that im updating it now.

if you didnt know already, i am going to be going to school. i will be starting at ltc in january, and i will be going for childcare. my ultimate goal is still to be social work, and i will keep that goal in mind. im just working towards it slowly. when i do get into social work, i wanna work with kids and teens so it's all connected.

here's another update: i am totally and completely madly in love! i wanna tell the world about my amazing boyfriend eric. i havent even known him for a full 2 weeks yet, but i dont care. it feels like ive known him a lot longer. this sunday will be our 2 week anniversary. i just love him so much! my family really likes him too, so thats a big plus. when he came over here last friday to meet my family, he gave me a bouquet of a dozen white roses. monday afternoon i went over to his apartment and i had the most wonderful time with him. monday night was the first time we said "i love you" and yes, i did sleep over. im not gonna lie about it, i did sleep over there. but guess what people, it is possible for 2 people to sleep next to each other without anything happening and without any clothes coming off! because all that happened was we slept. im not that stupid. just making that clear. he is probably gonna be joining my family on thanksgiving. there is definitely long term potential here. i think he is the one :]

i have also voluntarily started going to therapy. i have a lot of fears and some phobias that i want to get over. i know that i cant do it alone, and i need help if i want to overcome them. i think i explained it better in my previous post. i wont go into great detail about what i am all afraid of, because i know ive explained it better in other postings.

well, that's all that i really have to update on. at least it's something! once again, i'm gonna try to update this more often.

update. nothing interesting, but it's something.

ive been thinking a lot about updating this thing, and i knew i shouldve updated it sooner, but i just havent had enough motivation to. nothing overly interesting has happened. so i guess this is just another update.

today, i was supposed to meet with an admissions counselor at ltc, but that got rescheduled for monday. i am gonna see if i can apply for the childcare program. i hope that that goes well.

tomorrow night i am going to see boys like girls at the rave with chris and some of his friends. i am pretty stoked for that!

i have started exercising again. well, i cant really say again because i never really have. i first started this week, so it's still pretty early on to see any results, but i know i need to take better care of myself. since ive moved back home, i dont really do much. i sit around and dont really pay attention to what i eat and i know that ive put weight back on. basically, my new exercising involves walking on the treadmill for half an hour. i do it in the morning before i shower because when i am done i am SOAKED in sweat. i start off slow and work it up to speed walking. plus im paying more attention to what i eat and how much of it i eat.

as some of you know, i have a needle phobia. it's really bad. overall, i have medical fears, like avoiding going to the doctor for fear of there being something wrong, and i dont like seeing other people's blood. it makes me feel lightheaded. but needles are the worst. i start to freak out if i simply see a picture of a needle. ironically, a tv show that i like to watch is mystery diagnosis on discovery health channel, and intervention on A&E. both of which usually involve needles and the actual showing of injection. on mystery diagnosis, it's usually for shots or blood tests, on intervention the injections are usually for drug use. but either way, i cant watch. a few days ago i was watching mystery diagnosis, and it unexpectedly showed a needle going in skin, and because i didnt see it coming, i didnt have time to look away or close my eyes. i then proceeded to burst into tears and started shaking and nearly hyperventilating right here on the couch, simply from seeing it. luckily, i was the only one home. my needle phobia is so bad that i dont want to have kids because i know that when you are pregnant, you need to have bloodwork done. shots for me are bad, but id take shots any day as opposed to bloodtests. that is by far THE WORST. ive had a few bad experienced with bloodtests and i will avoid them on all costs. plus, when you actually have a baby, that involves being in a hospital with an iv and other needles and i cant handle that. plus, i have a low pain tolerance. i would not be able to handle that intense amount of pain. i know that sounds selfish, but i cant help it.

but, on the flipside, i do want to have kids one day. i love babies and kids, hence why i want to go into the childcare program. but i know that right now i would not be able to go through with it. i am actually considering going to therapy for help to overcome this phobia. i talked to mom about it, and she thinks its a great idea and she'd support me all the way.

ive been praying about help for overcoming this, and id like to ask for anyone who is reading this for their prayers too.

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allright this probably isnt the happy cheerful post that people were hoping to see from me next, but im sorry. i only speak the truth.

over the past week or so, i've been falling again. i find myself just wanting to stay home, mainly in my room and not tallk to anyone. i dont feel like my usual happy outgoing self that ive become over the past two years.

now whoever is reading this, mind you, im not crazy depressed or suicidal. i am just feeling blah. very plain, very boring. no need for concern.

i have noticed a few things about myself that i dont like. for example, it used to be that i would much rather prefer to go out and hang with friends, but now i would much rather stay home.

i feel like every day that i go through is another day that i simply have to get through. day after day is becoming more of a struggle. it is a pain to roll out of bed in the morning and i have basically no motivation to do much of anything during the day. i would be content with just sitting at home not doing anything. not going anywhere, no responsibilities. i spend a few hours a day watching daytime talk shows, like maury, jerry springer and steve wilkos because then i get to see other situations in people's lives that are difficult, and it takes my mind off of my own life. then i just sit around, eat dinner later, and head back to my room with my laptop and listen to music and do pointless browsing online. i live a very boring life.

physically i feel different too. i know im gaining weight again, because i just sit around and dont do anything. also, lately, i feel weird in my stomach. not sick or anything, but this feeling of dread and nervousness and anxiety that wont go away. i also feel like i am just walking around trying not to cry. i feel sluggish and i am constantly tired, no matter how many hours of good sleep i get the previous night.

i dont want anyone to worry about me.

no one needs to wory about me or concern themselves with my issues because i dont like being anyone else's burden. i dont like my problems contributing to anybody else's.

on a positive note, i drove around for 4 and a half hours yesterday. i set out on a mission to fill out job applications, and i did fill out a few, but my afternoon turned into a mini road trip. this was the first time iv'e ever done this. i figured out on mapquest that i treked 110 miles yesterday. i drove to cedar grove, then belgium, port washington, saukville, sheboygan, plymouth, elkhart lake, random lake and back home. i didnt have any real direction, i just drove around because i needed time to think. when i drive, i do a lot of thinking. i need to figure my life out, and i need to do it soon. i did some good thinking about what direction my life is heading. i am getting a better and better picture of what i am going to do with myself.

my blog

ok everyone. i have been going thru some not so good stuff lately. but good news, IT'S ALL BETTER NOW! everyone just needs to stop worrying about me.

i am home now and looking for a job and am considering online schooling. i had a few depressing days last week, but i promise, i'm back to my usual happy self.

i know i shouldve updated this sooner, but i havent really had a chance to. so here i am. this isnt going to be a long post, it's mainly a post to clear things up.

my mom is getting tired of getting emails and calls from people that are concerned about me. and honestly, so am i. i appreciate and understand the concern, but i need to say it once again, everything is fine. i am not hurting myself, i am not suicidal. i am happy!

my mom has asked me to delete my older postings on here, and i cant do that. i am sort of a pack rat, where i feel the need to save everything. i have every email i ever recieved saved into organized folders, even if they are just store newsletters or postmaster delievery failure emails. i still have them all saved. it's the same on here. i cant bring myself to delete old posts. my old posts on here, though they may not all be happy and pleasant, are still a part of me and i shouldnt have to delete anything that explains how i was feeling on a particular day.

i havent lied on here at all, and every single time i made a post i wrote exactly what i was feeling. i was expressing myself. i see nothing wrong with that. i realize that some of the things i wrote are a cause for concern, but i dont necessarily feel ashamed for it or see a need to delete it. it's a part of me.

this blog is my online journal. i understand that journals are usually a private matter, but this is public and anyone that wants to read it can. i am fully aware of this. one of the reasons i have this journal as public is because i tend to write about certain situations or events that occurred that are significant to me, whether they are good or bad. if someone asks me what's up or how i'm doing, or if someone asks me about something that happened, it's much easier to just point them in the direction of my blog. then they can read about it, and ask me further questions if needed. it's kinda a convenience thing.

ive said it before and ill say it again, i am fine now! there is no more need to contact my mother with concerns or anything like that. i am happy and loving life.

my thoughts as of right now

im probably dehydrated from crying so much in the past few days. im trying to figure out if its better for me to drop out or wait til i flunk out. i am royally screwed. i am a waste of space. there is no purpose for my existance anymore. i wanna go home and never come back and i wanna go to sleep and never wake up. no one gets it. i want out of all this pain, stress, being overwhelmed, tiredness and this life. every minute that i go on is another minute of tears and regret. nobody understands what is going on. me getting out of bed this morning was nothing short of a miracle. i have zero motivation whatsoever. there is no future for me. i am simply a failure. i cant even get thru the first day of classes without starting on the pathway to failure. after one day of classes i am already behind and lost and confused and hopeless. i called my best friend yesterday and he doesnt get it. i instant messaged my mom last night. she doesnt get it. she tells me to stop being stubborn and just go seek out help and talk to the teachers. my love called me before and i told her what's gonig on. she doesnt get it. she just says that she wishes she was here with me and she says that i can get thru this if i just talk to the teachers for help. she says it cant be that hard. i said you just dont get it then i hung up on her. i went back to crying. i havent even left my dorm today except to walk across campus to set up a counseling session. i spent the rest of the day being lifeless. i spent the past 2 hours curled up on my bed crying and dozing off periodically in the dark. i dont want to go anywhere because that means that i will run into people. if i run into people, they will talk to me and that means i will have to say something back. im pretty sure i cant do that without breaking down into tears. i was sitting alone in my room crying yesterday when a picture fell off the wall on my roomates side of the room, and it broke a light thing of hers. there was broken glass all over her dresser top. i took a peice of broken glass and held it in my hand. i didnt use it. i put it in my dresser drawer just in case. i am a failure and i am sick of being a burden to everyone. all i do is get in the way and bother people. i am sick of all the crying and hopelessness. i want it all to go away. i want to go to sleep and never wake up.

my horrible first day of college

today was the first day of class, and boy was today a slap in the face. i thought i was prepared for this whole college thing, not even close.

my schedule for the semester is as follows:
9-10:05- oral communications (this class is just for the first 7 weeks of the semester)
10:45-11:50- intro to women's studies
1:15-2:20- inquiry studies 101 (this class is required of all freshmen)
2:30-3:35- lit of the old and new testament

all of these classes are on monday, wednesday and friday. i have no tuesday/ thursday classes.

here's how my day went. i wanted to wake up at 7, but jacob started texting me a few minutes after 6, which was fine, i just layed in bed texting him for the next hour, no worries. i got up at 7 and did my usual shower routine, then i ate breakfast in my room, which consisted of a bagel and cream cheese and sunny d. i basically just chilled on the laptop, and at 8:50 i walked over to my first class.

ever since i heard months ago that we had to take oral communications, which is a public speaking class, i began dreading it. i HATE speaking in front of people. when im with friends i usually can just talk and talk, but if it's a formal thing like a group presentation, or worse, a speech, i get sick with nervousness.

if i have to do a speech or talk in front of a group of people that are all supposed to be listening to me, like when i had to read my testimony in front of church for baptism, i FREAK out. i shake, get really hot, i start to feel sick, i sort of hyperventilate and i nearly have a panic attack. even today in that class, we had to write on a notecard our name, major, hometown, class most excited about, class that you're dreading, an interesting fact about ourselves, and someone we think is a good public speaker. then we went around the room randomly and had to stand up and share that info with the class. it was basically whoever wanted to go went, but everyone had to. i was the last person to go, and while everyone was talking, i started freaking out even tho it wasnt even a big deal. when i went it was really obvious that i was nervous. i ended mine with "the class i am dreading the most is this class because i hate public speaking." and the professor said that they can always tell who hates public speaking because they always go last.

we got assignments in that class. we have to listen to an online lecture and take a short quiz on it after, which is also online. we also have to do 2 pages in our workbook.

then i had like a half hour break before my next class, so i went back to my room to grab a snack and lsiten to the online lecture, which was 15 mins long. i hope we werent supposed to take notes or remember a lot from it because i dont remember much of it at all. i then started looking for the quiz and couldnt find it, which raised my level of panic even more.

i walked to my next class, which was intro to women's studies. i wasnt sure what to expect in that class. first we did the usual introductions, then the professor went over the syllabus right away and then told us to get in groups of 5. of course i didnt have a group because it seemed as if i was the only one in there that didnt know anyone. a group let me in, and of course they all knew each other and i sat there not saying anything like an idiot. then the professor started explaining what we have to do for our first project, and then basically said get to work.

i had no idea what was going on and it seemed like everyone else understood, so i didnt want to ask questions. i wouldnt have even known what to ask. my group asked if we could go work somewhere else so we did. my group began talking about all of these ideas and thoughts for our project, and i'd explain on here what we have to do or what our project is, but i have no idea. i just sat there with a confused look on my face not saying anything. i have no idea what's going on. apparently we have to read pages 3-17 in our textbook for friday and then i guess we are gonna have a quiz but she said it'll be super easy.

after that was lunch, and like usual, i ate alone. which is embarassing. but whatever.

then i went back to my room because i had about an hour to kill. i worked on the 2 pages in my workbook for oral communications. well, i worked on them best as i could. almost half of the questions i didnt answer because i dont know how to. i gave up on that and i thought i should read the pages for my women's studies class. i started on that, and i could not focus at all. i had no idea what it was talking about and i tried and tried to focus and make sense of what it was saying, but i couldnt. i tried to keep reading, but i couldnt.

next was my inquiry studies class, which we actually met and had class 3 times in the past week as a part of orientation. today was just the first "official" day of class. we had some general discussion about the wartburg mission statement, which basically addresses 4 things: leadership, service, faith and learning. the wartburg mission statement is to help one achieve and better understand these things or something like that. we broke off into groups of 2 and did a short reading in our book, and then had to discuss it as a class. that went ok, but of course, i didnt understand what we read and everyone else was coming up with all of these smart and deep thoughts and ideas that i am too stupid to come up with.

at the end of class we had to do a freewrite, where we were timed for 5 minutes and had to write about something. it was related to the mission statement. i dont remember what the question was. she told it to us, then said "go." as soon as she said go, everyone else began writing nonstop for the next 5 minutes. i drew a blank. as soon as we were supposed to start, i completely forgot what we were supposed to write about and i switched yet again to panic mode. i had no idea what to write. i stared at my blank peice of paper panicking. i tried REALLY hard not to cry. i thought about writing on the paper about how i never do good in timed writings, and that's if i even write anything down at all.

back in 7th grade was the first time i didnt do anything for a timed writing. i turned in my paper blank. over the past 6 years, there may have been a couple timed writings i actually wrote something down for, but overall, they were blank. i have never been good at writing. that is a bad thing because apparently social work is a writing intensive major, and most of my classes are specified as writing intensive.

i ended up not turning anything in, because i saw no point in turning in a blank peice of paper. once we got dismissed, i nearly ran out of the room and into the bathroom where i had a panic attack. i couldnt breathe and i was shaking and pacing and crying. luckily no one came in the bathroom. i had to pull myself together quickly because my next class was in 10 minutes and i had to walk all the way across campus. i think we have homework in there, i'm honestly not sure. i think that im off to a pretty sucky start because my first grade is a zero. fantastic.

on the walk across campus it got a little weird. i was thinking about how my day basically sucked and i have myself convinced that i cant do this, this whole college thing. all of these thoughts were rushing around in my head. is the first day of class too soon to drop out? should i give it another chance? what would my parents think if they even knew i had these thoughts? is droppnig out worse than failing out? what happens with my loans if either happens? if i cant continue at college, what else can i do? would my parents disown me for being a dropout? i even had the thought of "since i obviously cant handle college, there is no hope for me. in today's world, you need a college education to get anywhere in life, and if i cant do that, then there is no point for me to be here. not just at this college, but in this world because then i would just be taking up space." thought after thought rushed around in my head, nearly making me sick. i felt sick with guilt for even thinking these things.

i got into my next class, and i honeslty have no idea what we did. i know we went over a syllabus and reviewed some stuff on what the class is going to be about, but that's all i remember. now, i was paying attention in all of my classes. i just cant follow. i dont know if we have homework or not. im pretty sure we do but i dont know what it is.

there is no way that i can do 4 more years of this, not to mention that i wanted to go for my master's too. i simply cant do it. i am basically throwing my life away right now. i didnt make any final decisions or anything but i never thought id have these thoughts. i cant handle all this. i simply cant.

the entire time ive been writing this blog entry, ive been sitting here alone in my room in tears. sometimes i just had to take a break from typing to just sob and sob. i dont know what to do. i have only experienced 1 day of college and im already having a breakdown.