First I want to preface this by saying I am very glad I have found this site and have gotten so much from it already. I also want to apologize in advance if I post too often as I am having random thoughts pop into my head that I need to get out, and lastly, I am long-winded.
I moved back home to California for the first time after being in Texas for the past 7 years. To my family, friends, colleagues, and people around me, I put on a façade of the cool, calm, and collected Mike. I did everything I was told to do in school by going to college and starting my career. I have been chasing what I believed I wanted and needed which was a lifestyle I never knew as a kid. Growing up with a single mother and needing public assistance there were so many things I longed for and thought that if I did things the "right" way it would all come to me. I moved to Texas to start my journey and everything was going the way I wanted but I kept wanting more not because I truly wanted it but because my peers had it and felt I needed it as well.
With this constant focus on the future and not living in the now, I ignored so much leading me to get so unhealthy that at 31 I thought I wouldn't see 35. The past year I finally took my health seriously, work was becoming what I wanted, I was finally making good money, and then when I found out my position was eliminated it was sort of the spark that ignited all the shit I had pushed down with work, money, and drugs. I visited home in July for my grandfather's 80th and still had not found a job and every family member I bumped into kept mentioning how I was someone they never had to "worry" about as in I was handling everything. The more I heard this the more it started playing louder and louder in my head and felt that if I did not succeed I would be failing not only myself but my family.
I took a job that I didn't want but did because it was a "smart" decision and made good money ignoring the opportunities I would have loved due to not "making enough". Everything finally came together and the night before the first day of school I ended up in the ER and was "recommended" (which is not a recommendation I have found) to stay in an inpatient psych facility for a week. Now that I have moved back home I am finding that accepting this situation is hard and feeling like I've ruined everything. Only my grandparents and aunts knew why I had to move back and as other family have come to visit and I talk about my experiences I can see the image that I had put up for so long falling apart and it's both freeing and scary. I'm realizing that my whole image, my whole personality honestly was what I did in college and what I did for a living. I have no clue who Mike is.