Apologies for this useless rant, but I bloody need to try and get this crap off my chest.
Now, I'm probably correct in assuming some of you guys have gone through a midlife crisis, well mine was 18 years ago,... when I was 23!
I had some bad luck growing up, but after leaving school, for a while, everything apparently was heading into a positive direction.
Then suddenly, I found out that nothing I had worked for, put effort in, turned out to be real.
I crashed and burned.
If it wasn't for a loving mother, a few good friends and a supportive colleague, I don't know if I'd had made it.
All in all, it took me 4 years of my life to pull myself together again.
I considered my biggest error was expecting too much of life, so I set my standards way down.
Life wasn't perfect, great, or even good, but it was at least became more livable. Being in a hole, the chances of going up are almost a guarantee.
After any rain, there may have been no sunshine, but least I wasn't marching in the mud every day. and in that capability, I soldiered on for the next 14 years.
So I've arrived at now.
And I'm guessing it's back with a vengeance.
It comes down to the fact that I have been doing nothing but 'surviving' the past years
The feeling I have, call it battle fatigue, it's like being in WW1,
The past 18 years have been a drudging stalemate, where either most of the gains I made had to be returned, or were lost somewhere else.
Any attack that I made, that should have been a breakthrough, was pushed back, at best I've managed to prevent being overrun.
...and this past year, with all the bullshit thrown my way, heading for a burnout, trying to make the best of things, I really needed a victory for once.
But there's not even a reprieve, while I've already been too bloody long in the trenches.
Now, I'm probably correct in assuming some of you guys have gone through a midlife crisis, well mine was 18 years ago,... when I was 23!
I had some bad luck growing up, but after leaving school, for a while, everything apparently was heading into a positive direction.
Then suddenly, I found out that nothing I had worked for, put effort in, turned out to be real.
I crashed and burned.
If it wasn't for a loving mother, a few good friends and a supportive colleague, I don't know if I'd had made it.
All in all, it took me 4 years of my life to pull myself together again.
I considered my biggest error was expecting too much of life, so I set my standards way down.
Life wasn't perfect, great, or even good, but it was at least became more livable. Being in a hole, the chances of going up are almost a guarantee.
After any rain, there may have been no sunshine, but least I wasn't marching in the mud every day. and in that capability, I soldiered on for the next 14 years.
So I've arrived at now.
And I'm guessing it's back with a vengeance.
It comes down to the fact that I have been doing nothing but 'surviving' the past years
The feeling I have, call it battle fatigue, it's like being in WW1,
The past 18 years have been a drudging stalemate, where either most of the gains I made had to be returned, or were lost somewhere else.
Any attack that I made, that should have been a breakthrough, was pushed back, at best I've managed to prevent being overrun.
...and this past year, with all the bullshit thrown my way, heading for a burnout, trying to make the best of things, I really needed a victory for once.
But there's not even a reprieve, while I've already been too bloody long in the trenches.
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