It’s Friday. The work week is over. A long, holiday weekend is in front of me.
Just like every other Friday (or any day in general) I come home to a house where two happy pups are wagging their tails and excited to see me. I give them some love and ask them how their day was (yes, I talk to my dogs). After that, I check on Landon, the teenager who shares the house with me, yet I seldom see him, who’s in his room online gaming with friends. Then, I go out back, say hello to my flock of chickens (again, yes, I talk to my chickens), collect eggs, feed them and give them fresh water. This right here is the highlight of my day. And, it’s the same thing. Every. Day.
Other people come home to their loved ones. Their partner in crime. Their boo. Hell, I don’t know what couples call each other anymore. I’ve been out of the game so long I’m not sure what it’s like to come home to anyone anymore. And simply put…. I’m lonely.
I wish I had someone to come home to everyday. Someone who is interested in how my day was. Someone who is as excited to see me as Toby and Parker are. (Those are my dogs by the way!) I wish I had someone to talk to about my goals and ambitions. I wish I had someone to give me career advice. Recently, I’ve been racking my brain about where I see myself in a year, 3 years, and beyond. I know I’m capable of so much more career wise. I feel like I’m in a rut. And there are days I REALLY wish I had someone to talk to about it.
I may not have a lot in life, but I have some AMAZING friends who are ALWAYS there for me. So when I say that I’m lonely, I mean that after my day is over, I want more than just my couch, a cup of coffee and Netflix to comfort me. However, my small group of friends make themselves available for me. Whenever I need them. And for this I am thankful. Not everyone has friends like this. I am truly lucky to have them in my life. Because without them, I would be more of a mess than I already am. And that’s scary to think about.
I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. Hell, maybe more like the last two months. I put on a brave, confident, I’ve got everything going for me face. But there’s a reason I don’t play poker. People who know me well can see right through my so-called brave face. And they call me out on it. I am the type of person who doesn’t like to burden other people with my problems. My usual answer when asked how I am doing is “fine.” Sometimes I even switch it up and say, “I’m good.” However, in my core, in my heart, I’m not.
I’m not going to bore you with any specific details. And I will get through whatever this funk is. I’m a tough cookie. Eventually, I’ll be OK. But right now, I have a lot going on in my head. I over think everything, I beat myself up about every little thing, and I only make things worse for myself. Especially when I spend most of my free time at home, ignoring my phone, and staying locked up in my own little pity-filled world. There are some changes in store for me. I have to do what is best for me. I have to learn to love myself. Flaws and all.
Please don’t take my rawness as an attempt to get attention or pity from you. I am just being real. I hope this serves as a reminder that everyone is facing a battle, going through a hard time, or struggling in some way, shape or form. They may not always show it. So be kind to everyone and smile at strangers. Sometimes that’s exactly what someone needs, especially when they have no one to go home to.