Instead, days before it's official, I've got cold feet. WTF?
I never thought I'd find myself so conflicted. A few very unexpected things happened in the last couple of weeks giving me a LOT of motivation to stay put.
That said, I really really need to follow through with this. One thing I haven't really talked about in the open board regarding why it's important for me to make this transition is that my previous lifestyle - 80 hour work weeks, the desk job, the rat race....were all wearing me down very close to the point of relapsing fully with my eating disorder. There was just no time to do the things that keep me healthy outside of scuba on weekends. I couldn't get to meetings, I could go to the gym but it was at the expense of what little sleep I got at night, and so on.
Moving puts me in a better position for all the things that keep me healthy - my family, my nieces and nephews who inspire me to be a good role model and keep my shit together, the ocean, diving; and the transition away from banking leaves me time for other things I need, like support groups. I told my dad a month ago that this is...not being melodramatic at all...an attempt to save my own life before it needs saving.
I'm tired of being tired....emotionally. I'm tired of feeling like I've got nothing at the end of the day. I'm doing what I have to to fix all that.
But...this move is going to hurt a lot more than I expected it to, but I can't keep making choices that put me in a position to rely on anything but myself for my inner peace. I'll never be fully free of this if I'm always looking outward for the answers.
/endrant
(guise, I know this is mememe but please be kind. I'm kinda hurting right now and it's hard to vent to real life friends)
I never thought I'd find myself so conflicted. A few very unexpected things happened in the last couple of weeks giving me a LOT of motivation to stay put.
That said, I really really need to follow through with this. One thing I haven't really talked about in the open board regarding why it's important for me to make this transition is that my previous lifestyle - 80 hour work weeks, the desk job, the rat race....were all wearing me down very close to the point of relapsing fully with my eating disorder. There was just no time to do the things that keep me healthy outside of scuba on weekends. I couldn't get to meetings, I could go to the gym but it was at the expense of what little sleep I got at night, and so on.
Moving puts me in a better position for all the things that keep me healthy - my family, my nieces and nephews who inspire me to be a good role model and keep my shit together, the ocean, diving; and the transition away from banking leaves me time for other things I need, like support groups. I told my dad a month ago that this is...not being melodramatic at all...an attempt to save my own life before it needs saving.
I'm tired of being tired....emotionally. I'm tired of feeling like I've got nothing at the end of the day. I'm doing what I have to to fix all that.
But...this move is going to hurt a lot more than I expected it to, but I can't keep making choices that put me in a position to rely on anything but myself for my inner peace. I'll never be fully free of this if I'm always looking outward for the answers.
/endrant
(guise, I know this is mememe but please be kind. I'm kinda hurting right now and it's hard to vent to real life friends)
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