Damien and I have been doing well, very well in fact, but when I am in this rut I feel as though he deserves better than what I give him, even though I love him with everything I have. I don't believe I am worthy of him on a good day because he's just the best, most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me, and I cannot imagine at times like this what he could possibly find in a miserable bastard like me that keeps him so close. Self doubt, however irrational and illogical, is a bitch to overcome. I know it's only a phase and that it will pass in time and I'll go back to feeling like my old self again, but that's where I am right now.
Politics - my passion - is my nemesis right now. I feel incredibly defeated and horribly let down for so many reasons, and the constant sniping between the politicians and their fan bases has really kicked me in the ass. I'm starting to take personally things I need not take personally. Things that don't even have anything to do with me I'm taking personally. For a man that holds the things he believes in very tightly, I find now that I'm filled with doubt. I fear hoping, I fear wishing, and mostly I fear having faith in people I'm terrified will let me down. I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime already, which leads me to my family.
Damien's parents have pissed me off, let me down, and disappointed me tremendously. I'm extremely bitter and angry as a result. What's more is they've known that I'm upset with them and their choices, but have failed to try and resolve any of it from their end. My own blood family has little to do with Damien and I at the best of times, so I've continued distancing myself from them and have in the past relied on his family to fill in the gaps - but they're apparently about as invested in me as my blood family. It makes me incredibly angry and spiteful, because they're supposed to take better care of us than they all have. They all just want it on their own terms and no one else's. Fine - but let me have no part of that. I don't want it and neither does he.
People in my chosen family are not stepping up and making the best choices they are capable of. It's infuriating, because it's not as if we don't all know how to make good choices for ourselves and each other. I'm not even getting into that, because if I do I'll just sink further and I don't have the energy right now.
Add to all of this that my allergies are making all of this more difficult and miserable, and it's barely even started yet. I'm eating healthy when I can actually make myself hungry, which is fleeting and only once or twice a day anyway, so at least there's that. Sleep has been more restless than usual. My joy is gone on hiatus again, and even though I'm well aware that all of this is going to pass (it always does), I just don't care right now about much of anything. Perhaps it is a defensive reasoning of my subconscious to just shut me down emotionally in many areas to prevent overload, which is where I've felt I was heading. That actually makes a great deal of sense, but doesn't really make me feel any better. There will be time for that later.
The air show is this weekend, and I always have a good time there. Hopefully that will be the cure for some of this. I'll be fine once I get this stuff sorted out, I always do one way or another.