But I haven't done any of that. I've had no wine, I've run not marathons, I certainly have not gone to the gym and I did eat a big meal, but it wasn't pasta and garlic bread. My money is on the Epival, or if you want to be fancy, Apo-Divalproex. Or the cold. Or my MS. Or the fact that I can't seem to get a grip on my life and everything makes me sad, or angry, or scared, or too happy.
Emotions, they're here and there and everywhere. Some are great, some are horrible, and the rest fall somewhere in the middle. Mine, they're usually great or horrible, and very, very rarely, in the middle. Somehow, I don't know how, I've made it this far. I have barely made it to twenty-four. And somehow, I went to college, and graduated, and did well. And somehow, I have entered into a post-graduate program (we'll see about the success here). And somehow I got an internship at a great place. And somehow I got a job in the industry I went to school for. And somehow they want to keep me there and are going out of their way to try to hire me for a new position. And somehow, I can't deal with it.
My thoughts rush through my mind, and I feel like I'm losing a battle within myself. I am a capable human, I am capable of living in this world and achieving things that other people can achieve. I know I am, because I have proven to myself that I am capable by accomplishing things. I always have to battle myself on everything that I do. Like there's this one side of me - logical, and able to see things for what they really are. Then, there's the crazy side of me - a constant swing of happy, sad, angry, confused, lethargic, ambitious, procrastinating, etc., etc. The logical side watches the crazy side make decisions and do things, all the while saying, "NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" or, "Wow, that was really responsible and I am proud of you."
My mind is a never ending battle of who I am. Who am I? Sylvia Plath said it great, "I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?" Where do I fall in the grand scheme of things? What do I really believe? What do I really stand for?
And at the end of the day, I couldn't tell you. I am so unwell. I am so very unwell.