struggle

You beat me down, I’m bleeding out

Dreams shatter on the floor

Can’t walk out the door

This shame I feel

Is all too real

When you batter me

Loathe me

Disarm me

And disrobe me

Standing naked before you

Thinking, once, I adored you

And now, I implore you

Love me again

Be a true friend

See the beauty within

Forgive the sin

Of my lethargy

And decaying dreams

A soul that’s imploding

From all this self-loathing

Stifling trepidation

Highlights every imperfection

Deteriorates my hope, my joy

All things that uplift

Fall into a void

An eternal stalemate

With this viscous ingrate

Clawing

Ripping

Shredding throughout

Fueled by a deep, dark pool

Filled only with doubt

I know this place

I’ve been here before

Sometimes I forget

But I’ll prevail once more

Never giving in; I’m Rising up

I know, I know. I was tricky, making you think this was directed at someone other than myself. But that’s the thing. That part of me, that judges and inflicts so much pain feels as though it is other than myself. I am never that cruel of a person. I am forgiving and compassionate and encouraging. Except, unfortunately, with myself. I would chalk it up to the fact that I am an actor, but this toxic self-judgement is not unique to actors. So many people get caught up in measuring their self-worth with the ideals of others. Whether it be appearance, hobbies, career, parenting style, or even personality, which is essentially who you are, we are constantly finding ourselves to be lacking.

Let’s have a “Mean Girls” Moment. Raise your hand if you’ve thought one of these:

I’m too fat.

I’m too skinny.

I wish I was funny.

I am so stupid.

I am so lame.

I am a loser.

I am a failure.

Why can’t I be more like THEM?

Granted, these are only a handful of criticisms we often have of ourselves, but we seem to hold them in such high regard that we are blinded to the attributes we do have. We do not have to look like that person, act like that person, or live like that person. I am an individual, as are you. Each of us with unique life experiences and insights that influence who we are and what we do. Now, once you remove the useless comparisons, what is left? Your goals and dreams. Who do you want to be? What do you want to accomplish during your time here on Earth?

A few months back, I finally got my second wind after a long bout with crippling insecurities paired with grief. I reacquainted myself with my goals and dreams and started this blog to give myself an outlet as well as a way to hold myself accountable to the pursuit of my dreams. Unfortunately, I faltered and have not written a new post in several weeks. I have had countless ideas for posts and would acknowledge them thinking, “That would be an interesting post.” So why didn’t I ever write them?

That nasty creature, that resides somewhere within me, reared its nasty head again: doubt. I questioned my abilities, talent, and a number of other things and, before I knew it, three months had passed without me posting anything. Even more damaging than the doubt, though, was my inability to forgive myself. After acknowledging that I had faltered, and why, I still did not take up writing again. Because I was so frustrated and angry with myself for faltering in the first place. “Think of where you’d be now, Candace, if you had kept at it!”

It seems that, regardless of what you are internally shaming yourself for, the same viscous circle begins to take form. “So you want to lose weight? Well, why did you eat those Oreos?! You’re such a pig! You are weak! You’re never going to lose weight!” While the supposed “sin” and insults can be substituted, the sentiment cannot. What is most harmful to your success and happiness is not faltering in the first place, but a failure to forgive yourself and move on.

Bouts of insecurities and doubt seem to be a part of growing and evolving. We question ourselves, doubt ourselves, and, hopefully, challenge those doubts. The poem or “open letter” was something I wrote the other day during an hour long drive with my mom. The first three-fourths of the poem are fairly negative and difficult to give life to, but in my heart I knew where the words were leading to, and I didn’t want to give-up until I reached that message of redemption and resilience.

Instead of making a bunch of New Year Resolutions that are supposed to make me more successful and happy, I am going to make an oath to myself.

Candace,

I vow to be forgiving. To allow you to stumble and fall, without censure.

I vow to be your biggest cheerleader. Constantly reminding you of what you are capable of achieving.

And, lastly, I vow to love you. As I love my family and friends. With my whole heart.

A Tale As Old As Time…

…Or at least I assume it is. You meet someone. They are funny, nice, but also enough of an a-hole that you don’t feel like a jerk around them. You banter, laugh until you cry, make somewhat inappropriate comments about today’s questionable fashion, and when the time comes, comfort each other. They’re the Beavus to your Butthead, the Rosecrans to your Guildenstern. A fun time with them need not consist of anything more than a late night run to Target, where you accidentally leave a trail of popcorn and get brain-freeze from a Coca-Cola icee. Your friendship is low-maintenance and constant. So you went two months without texting? No big. Your reunion will just be that much more epic and hilarious. You’ll tackle each other and talk a million words per minute, attempting to retell every novel moment you’ve lived since you last saw them. You talk about going bar hopping and having a crazy, memorable night; instead, you lounge on the couch watching Friends reruns or trashy television. These moments are so awesome in their simplicity. There’s no expectation of having to make something happen. You just hang out, talk, laugh, and probably eat more than you normally do.

As time goes on, whether it be through High School, College or just adulthood, the frequency in which you see this person will fluctuate. When your lives serendipitously sync up and you have a whole day off to go to the beach, you rejoice. Other times you sacrifice your minutes to have a two-hour run on phone conversation that is about everything and nothing. Regardless of how long it’s been since you’ve seen this person, you don’t question your friendship. Because this is a unique friendship, one which you don’t have to validate with “Bestie” posts and copious amounts of “Usies”. Ick. Those terms really make me cringe.

So you’re going on as usual. Thinking of them occasionally, throwing them a text now and then to see how they’re doing or to share a cute puppy video. When, gradually, you begin to notice that your tried and true friendship seems to have gone AWOL. The ridiculous text-messages and Facebook posts have been one-sided for some time and when you attempt to connect with them through a more concrete medium they are unavailable, with no apparent desire to reschedule. You think back through the months since the last time you’ve seen them, trying to locate a catalyst to this change. Did I say something hurtful? Did I forget a birthday?

Most likely the answer is less involved with conflict than you think. Your friend has apparated. For those of you who somehow managed to remain ignorant of this Harry Potter terminology, it is the ability to suddenly disappear from one location and appear in another. There was no falling out, hurtful words exchanged, or even aggravation over annoying Facebook posts. Your friend simply left the friendship. I’ve witnessed this happen so many times, not just to myself, but with countless other friends. We all wonder where that friendship disappeared to, without a trace. For whatever reason, be it from being overwhelmed from too many relationships or just re-prioritizing due to new life circumstances, that person is no longer invested in your friendship, and very likely thinks of you as an acquaintance, or “That girl/guy I was really good friends with once.”

When you’re the one who turns around and realizes your friend apparated, it can be a very unpleasant revelation. You were fully willing to maintain the friendship through the years and have no desire to shift your view of them. How am I supposed to see them as someone from my past when they’re still here? Why should I have to? Do I get no say in this?

The answer is, no, not really. Relationships, healthy ones that is, need to be mutual and reciprocated. You may be able to go on a few more outings with this person, but unless they become invested in the friendship again, your interactions will feel forced and you’ll end the outing feeling dejected. It’s a difficult revelation to have, but sometimes friends want to leave a relationship for no distinct reason, and if they want to you should as well. It’ll be better for your self-esteem and you won’t develop resentment toward them for not being as invested as you. There is nothing wrong with someone falling out of friendship with you, but it does hurt when you are not in the same state of mind.

Over time you will get to the point when you look back fondly on your friendship with them and are grateful for it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll reconnect someday and will have that much more to talk about because of your hiatus.

In the meantime, focus on the friends you do have. The ones who will have Netflix marathons with you without judging and will make you laugh just by making eye-contact and knowing you’re having the same immature thought.

Until Next Time,

~Candace

(To my friends, I love you)