Not sure exactly where to start.
Hope you guys don't mind me having a bit of a whining session here; just have nowhere else to take it at the moment.
I feel as though I have done nothing but make stupid mistakes ever since I had the idiotic idea of being born. (Then again, that might have been one of my parent's stupid ideas... one that they've had plenty of occasion to regret since..). Writing this self pitying drivel is probably another, but f*ck it.
Well, about 7 months ago I split up with my partner; we were very much the inseparable couple in everything. A house, plans for babies, a business, etc etc. Except that he was incapable of telling the truth about his addiction to heroin and crack, and (probably as a result of my turning a blind eye to it) had little or no respect for me. Still, he loved me to distraction and he did show me that in many ways.
I have suffered from depression most of my life. At times I can have a relatively normal life, even seem very motivated and elated. At these times I seem to attract and inspire people (god knows why). Things started going horribly wrong after I fell for my ex. I was doing a degree in Graphic design/illustration; went off to new york right after 9/11 to work in industry for 7 months then returned to the uk. Was already pretty f***ed up with depression at that point after having an accident that left me on crutches for several months, my boyfriend hassling me on the phone all the time (I am much more of an independent person than he is) and a friend over there falling for me and then deciding I'd deliberately ruined his life...
the work placements didn't go that well either, since I was feeling so shitty.
I know it's horrendous to go to New York at a time like that and be so self absorbed, but what can I say..? I'm a self obsessed cow.
Anyway, I got back to discover my ex had bought a house in a different city from the one i was studying in . He also had been doing industrial amounts of hard drugs. So I moved with him. This meant (on top of having to be there for him 24/7) that I had to travel to my college once or twice a week. I hardly saw my tutors, had little access to facilities and very little money. Obviously, I messed my degree up royally as a result.
Months later I split with my ex while visiting my sister, who had just had a baby. I had reached the end of my tether, couldn't stand being held down any more, even though I loved him. I was able to throw myself into rebuilding my life: working three jobs, going out, saving up... I decided to leave the country, go to New Zealand and start a new life. I met a lot of great people while I was doing all of this, and was on a big buzz. (Throughout my life I have moved many times: I am much more comfortable not being settled for long!)
The only thing was, I didn't have a great deal of time to try and work on my portfolio, which I really had to do to ever get a job in design. When I'd picked up my stuff from my ex's place, a box with all my best photographic work went missing, and my ex refuses to tell me if it's still there.
So, I figured, I'd try and pull it all together when I got there: just concentrate on saving and getting my head together. I did pull off a big photo project just before leaving, but it was exhausting.
Well, I write this from New Zealand. I've been here for three days. It's dark and windy. I'm not sure what I'm doing here. I look at what work I have and it looks pathetic and amateurish. I can't afford to fall into a big black hole and yet that's exactly what I'm doing. I am 31 years old and know that there are many talented, young graduates already here. There is little in the way of access to art facilities even if I was to do something new from scratch.
I think I've really f***ed up, but there's no way out. I just want to cease to exist or something. I feel like I've been working blindly for years, almost like a way of avoiding being depressed, and as a result have ended up here with nothing to show for it but a big pile of mince and a tedious line in self pity.
I really want to be a worthwhile human being who can contribute something to the world, but... I'm too sh*t.
I don't know what do do now.
Have I hurt my ex so badly for nothing..?