It seems months ago I made an excuse about falling off the grid. Not that I didn’t fall off. I did. In fact, I jumped. I used all sorts of words to describe my state of being. Frustrated. Depressed. Annoyed. Fed up. Aloofness.
But I remained that way for a long while. I would think to myself, I should sit down and write. Or maybe even go online. But I wouldn’t or couldn’t. I asked myself why? I asked myself why I didn’t care? No one answered. Just kept not caring.
Sure, I didn’t realize at the time I was not caring . It wasn’t hard to do. Just simply stop doing a few things. Mostly dating, and writing, and basic productivity. Oh, I went through my daily life enjoying it, just not about the 3 things I just mentioned. Worked, played, friends, family. Traveled some and shopped too. But the above mentioned stuff, no thanks. I wanted no part of it. I knew I needed a break, but kept thinking, oh it will pass. I’ll write tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe in 9 months. Turns out, as we can all see, I didn’t do it at all.
When it came to dating or attempting to date, I decided I was done. Didn’t even go online to check sites, or views or messages. I even got some automated messages from varying sites telling me my profile was going to disappear if I didn’t click or swipe ASAP. Didnt intimidate me. I ignored it.
One day I sat down to discuss with my therapist about me not caring. I explained it wasn’t my life or my family I didn’t care about, it was something I couldn’t put my finger on. After a brief discussion, when he asked if I was dating, I realized, well no, I am not, nor am I trying to or worrying about it in any capacity. I then used the word apathetic. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me that I was apathetic. (This is where the therapist smiles because you figured it out yourself.) DICTIONARY.COM tells us it is “showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.” Didn’t that encompass it all! I realized it was consuming me. Apathy everywhere. I wasn’t even using exclamation points when I messaged or commented. Happy birthday to someone was a simple statement. No enthusiasm for their special day. Just 2 words with no extras.
In the discussion with Dr. P, I wondered if the medication I had started about a year ago could be affecting me. I told him also that I had mentioned to my PCP (primary care physician, in case acronyms are not your thing.) I really didn’t give a shit about a lot of things. I ignored that too. It was a calming medication. So calm, I didn’t care much. It took me a while to think, “I wonder if this medication is messing with me?” It was. I told my PCP that I thought I should stop taking it. She told me it can also cause weight gain, which I had complained about as well. Of course, she had to throw in the age factor and metabolism and the fact it gets harder every decade to lose any weight unless one starves oneself. But that’s another story in itself. That alone gave me the incentive to stop taking it. So I did. Took a few weeks since one has to ease off. The thing is, it kept me from getting agitated and stressed about things. But I decided to want to feel and care so there was my choice. The good news is the therapy is supposed to help me with the agitation and stress and hopefully I will not go back to the meds. I am an emotional being and I do not like ‘not feeling.’ I also don’t like snapping at people and stressing over insignificant things or things I cannot change, but time will tell.
I am back to writing. I went on a dating site or two again, and began moving forward.
Of course one of the first messages I received when I did go back on, was that I left an apostrophe off the word “cant” in my profile. I thought of my therapist sitting on my shoulder and DID NOT write back “ I guess you don’t get many dates with that opening line?” What I did write was, “ well you missed the word “lets” because I left the apostrophe off of that one too.
OK, OK so I have lots of work ahead of me.