(1)
I do not want to sound ungrateful for what I have, as I really am. I cherish my life as it is, and I am very aware of how instantly I can lose it all. Frankly, it scares me, considering my past...
Yet I can't help wondering...
I had to start over twice. At the age of 25, having moved to Australia with one suitcase of possessions. And then again in 2020, having escaped from my ex with my cats, two suitcases of possessions, and a massive debt that he put me in.
(2)
This was my second dysfunctional marriage. The first one ended not long before I moved, and the relationship was, frankly, not less toxic.
I wasted 10 years of my life on two narcissistic men who gave me nothing but took most of myself.
That 10 years could have been critical for establishing a career, travelling more (I used to travel A LOT before my first marriage), exploring life and myself. Instead, I spent 10 years in survival mode.
(3)
I started living again only 3 years ago. I changed jobs right before COVID and left the international education sector (tremendously lucky, considering its near-collapse for 2 years). I am in my first ever non-dysfunctional relationship, and I feel loved and safe. I still have my cats.
Yet, I can't help thinking that by the age of 35, I have accomplished nothing.
(4)
With my current employer, I doubt that any career progression is possible, and the only development at work is constantly increasing workloads driven by poor planning and irrational ad-hoc decisions. I do love what I do for work though, and I haven't seen any roles that I would feel as passionate about, but staying scares me, as does leaving.
I crave consistency and steady growth in every aspect of my life...
Yet, even in my personal life, there are constant setbacks.
(6)
The struggles with my physical and mental health (both most likely a consequence of trauma) do not boost my confidence either.
Hence feeling stuck: unable to fix myself, unable to fix the family situation, navigating an awkward work situation (baffling, really, the culture turned to shit just in one year...) And not knowing how to move past it.
@LadyT sounds great except for the fact that I was a broken and lonely child who had to endure quite a bit of suffering; there was no awe, and there was no wonder.
The adult me had to work hard to make up for all the love that the child was deprived of and make her feel safe.
I am very well connected with my child self.