My position is running out in the middle next year and now is the time for applying. In fact I should have already been working on applications before now but I procrastinated as usual. It is hard to focus on it. Partly because I am lazy and partly because I have this feeling of doom that it will never work out. I know I should try to stay positive and bash through it but I just seem to be in a negative frame of mind right now. Over the last few years I have been basically functioning ok with my reclusive lifestyle, but i feel like if my carer comes to an end i will be all at sea and too old or too inflexible or too proud to start something new from scratch. Maybe i should welcome the situation as an opportunity for change but i just cant seem to see it that way right now. Seems like my future is sort of disappearing, if that makes sense.
I worry that my social inabilities make it impossible for me to carry on in the workplace and i wonder how i managed to get this far. It is a bit frustrating that i cant talk about my worries with colleagues because they will see me as incompetent or with family because they will worry, I think they want to believe that things are going ok and that i will not have nervous breakdown again because they dont know really how to deal with that. so i try to just tell them positive things.
I recently started therapy. First time in my life i have done that, although i did see a psichiatrist a few times in the past. The guy seems to be quite good, although I dont really agree with him on some basic assumptions. But he has got me looking at some aspects of my day-to-day that has been helpful I suppose. Like looking after my flat, which i must confess, has been a total mess, and looking after my diet a bit. And also, trying to catch myself when i go off thinking about the past or future scenarios, and to be more in the present. The last one is tricky because i am hardly ever in the present. Also, wandering off into fantasy land is also my source of inspiration. Still not sure if I will continue therapy. Every week i wonder about quitting.
Not sure what all this adds up to. Just venting. If anyone has any comments of similar experiences please feel free.