The other day - my girlfriends were asking me how I feel about a guy I'm talking to (IDK what the cool kids call it these days.) And I couldn't answer the question.
I don't do feelings. I don't remember the last time I cried. I generally don't speak to how I feel. But lately, I've gotten to the point where I don't even know what I'm feeling. I've learned to ignore, shut down, and avoid feelings so much that I can't accurately gauge how I feel about a lot of things.
And that's not healthy.
A lot of people tell me I'm tough. Strong. But not understanding my own feelings, not allowing myself to feel all the feels - that's not strong, that's stupid.
It served as a little wake up call for me. A big wake up call actually. I've dealt with a lot emotionally over the past year and I've done a lot of avoiding emotions about it all. And I've utilized distractions. I've done everything possible to kind of give up on the situation - pretend its not there. I've let a lot of people tell me a lot about how I supposedly feel. But now I'm at a place where I'm genuinely worried about my inability to connect with how I feel.
So I'm taking action. I don't want to continue on a path of neutral.
Now considering I'm clearly not the best person to guide me in the feelings department - I'm asking for help. I've made an appointment with a therapist so that I can talk to a neutral party - which heavily appeals to my sense of reason. But I also think that its going to force me into some uncomfortable moments - and that's what I need to figure this whole thing out.
On top of seeing a therapist - I've started journaling. I bought one of those prompt journals on Amazon with all the stars on the review and I'm actually using it to help me write down my thoughts at the end of the day.
Sure - these are probably obvious solutions and two really basic steps to working through the feels. But its a really big step for me. Writing all of this out loud for the three of you who read this - it's a lot for me. Admitting that I'm in a little bit of a scary place - is really hard for me. Vulnerable is a bad word in my world. It's a weakness. But in an effort to grow, to stick to being the best version of me, and getting the most out of this awesome life I was given - I've got to be brave. And in doing so, I hope that maybe someone out there will read this, and they'll feel brave enough to ask for help too.
Asking for help isn't shameful. We've got the whole world backwards when it comes to mental and emotional health. What's shameful is not getting help from the experts. What's shameful should be settling for a life of neutrality, of less than our best. Don't ever feel shame for recognizing you're in a time of need. And don't wait until it's really bad. Reach out, get help, and get back to awesome.