Current situation:
I’ve been living in Berlin for aprox. 6months now, a full time job, what will be a total of 4 months and am now looking once again, since at this current (start-up) , my position has expired and there will no longer be a need for my services.
Well, there you go. That and the background of my living with a constant fear of my boss asking me into his office again, explaining which things I have been doing wrong, is the perfect fuel that Mia needed to make herself appear again and take a spot as my best friend. She is there when I need her, after work. She is there when I don’t like living and obeying by the rules of survival. She is there when the rebel in me ways to break free. She is there when I question life, reason and punishment, when I feel that I deserve a (literal)”kick in the rear end” to accomplish what I need to make it in this city.
In the mornings I get discussed by my night time rituals, that seam more like black magic, then doing good in this world and for myself.
I know that I am stronger then I feel I might be, as soon as I get through the day and return home again.
I know that if I would just hold onto that feeling of power, I would finally be able to wake up awake and feel like there is a reason, rather then being tired and drained from the purging I did the night before.
The symptoms of Mia:
When I woke up , the first time, early and refreshed the othermorning, I felt that there was a propose of me being up. I knew that there was something I had to do. Something I wanted to do. It was still dark, almost dawn outside and it had slipped my mind what I wanted to accomplish, so I rolled back around, reset my alarm and slept for another hour ( with my alarm waking me up, every couple of min., just enough so I wouldn’t fall back into a deep sleep)
I started my day with my usual regime and got powered up, to make it through the day. What has been getting me through it quite softly, is smoking at least half a joint in the morning. Going to work with a certain buzz, has benefitted my attitude and that I at least crave food at some point.
The symptoms of Ana:
Without it, I would probably try and starve a bit, just to “think” that I can atleast use the stress in my life as applicant<< for possibilities to loose a couple of pounds. But as I already know, that never works out well!!
What I had been wanting to do that morning, was write. Like I am doing now. Get the fresh thoughts out early in the morning, right after waking up…. But as I had mentioned. It slipped my mind… >_<
Hours later, getting through another day, at the job that I will only have for another week, I feel mentally exhausted. Questioning why I have allowed my talents to go to waste with shipping out packages and answering client emails that are (most of the time) clearly a matter of how this company is built and with which structure it is built on.
Geeze, how I miss my old job, where social media is rule number one, if one wants to survive in the world of start ups. Fu** image speech and how to explain in a delicate way, what you want and why you want it. If there is a need for your product (which there probably isn’t) then you need to get the world to think they need it. Have them urge to have what you offer and do everything to get it.
That’s how you make it in this world today!
Just like me writing now and you reading this… Is it interesting enough that you want to continue?
Obviously, or you wouldn’t have gotten this far! And I’m not even TRYING to sell myself. I’m just telling you my side of the flipped coin and what has gotten me here, why I’m telling you this and how I will help myself by getting out of this quick sand once and for all.