I need to get this out of my system. To type this out on my blog, takes a whole deal of courage because this is 5 months worth of pondering and thought.
I've been sick for seven days already. Just finished my course of antibiotics. I don't seem to be getting better. Phelgm and flu persists on. I hate myself. One more week to Nationals.
Dad already gave the ultimatum: leave the team after Nationals. It's a decision I do not want to put an emotion to, because honestly, it's a half half thing. On one hand, I'd get more time for myself, time, work and people. On the other hand, do I want to quit that badly? I don't wanna be seen as a quitter. And there's no one I can actually turn to the team because the dynamics, regardless of team-wise or in a personal point of view, no one would understand. I admit, I'm not the biggest fan when you want me to come for training for 4-5 days a week. I don't see the point because it's not something I'd do long-term. And whenever I find myself not at training, but just by doing something as mundane as studying or just sitting around, I'd feel a burden off me and I feel happy. Like a real sense of happiness just engulfs me and I feel truly truly happy.
Not that I feel sad or upset whenever I'm in training, but it's a place I see as do my thing and just get out. And then the cycle repeats again whenever I resume training again. It's not a true happiness I experience, but more like a facade so people dont perceive me as weak. And sadly, such a lesson learnt, I had to learn it the hard way with seeing for my own eyes how actions and words were placed upon me. I did try to press on and see things from a different light, hoping and praying that things would be different but no, I only had a strong sense of sadness and disappointment to conquer because it's a sad truth that people do not judge you based on your merits, but by your mistakes and decisions that they cannot come to terms with.
But I'm afraid.
Afraid that I'd be judged by the decisions I make. Talked to Claw about it. She simply told me, "If you're not happy, leave. Don't bother doing something that makes you unhappy and miserable." But as much as she says it a lot, I never found myself actually leaving the team. It's not because I do not know the reason why; I do know it perfectly well. It all boils down to fear. Fear of perception. Fear of being seen as weak or a quitter. I am not the most immaculate person when it comes to things like pressing on when the going gets tough. They say, "There's two sides to a coin." From what I believe, if you don't see the point anymore, then why bother." But with that belief, using the two sides analogy, people would perceive my actions as excuses. I've been so afraid to a point that I just lose myself and I'm afraid to embrace my true thoughts, for fear that I'd be judged. And it really scares me that I've grown to such a point. Whatever happened to doing whatever you makes you happy with no qualms?
People tell me your friends would be happy regardless of the decisions you make. It just scares me so much that I dont see that in my own friends. Maybe thats why I've only grown to have only 3 people who means the world to me because they respect everything I choose and have seen me in both high and low states, whether it comes to this or any other issues. I can't bring myself to find back those who used to have a special meaning in my heart any longer. I can't bring myself to get hurt by their actions. And for those whom I left by my own accord, I'm sorry; I just can't find the strength and courage to go back to where we were because things aren't how they used to be anymore and I don't have that much courage to do so.
I write this with a heavy heart, because I don't know how to bring about this situation to the relevant people. It isn't the first time. I should have stayed strong and firm the first time round...
From Dad's point of view, he doesnt see canoeing as something that I'd be doing long term. Neither would it be something that would earn me a living. He also said it sucks to see me dead tired napping on the couch every night, unlike my old happy-go-lucky self and that I keep falling sick a lot. Dad also said he knows that I really have a problem with time management and he really doesn't see the point in me sacrificing so much time in training and then coming back dead tired, unable to study. He wants me to do well. Until yesterday, I never knew that he never liked me going for canoeing. He doesnt see the point in me waking up at unearthly hours on Saturday just to train. For a dad who never really did know me well, I'm surprised he got certain aspects correct. Because of a pink form I've got (yay letter of warning), he revealed things he didnt like. Mainly about my cca. Thats why he wants me to leave.
I don't know how to bring about this to anyone related to canoeing. As I said, it isnt the first time. To do something of this extent, I know I'm going to get judged and it doesnt take an idiot to see that it's one of my worst fears.
I hate who I'm becoming. Why am I becoming someone I'm not. Even after blogging this out, I don't feel better. I need a miracle. I need a prayer. I need myself back.
<3 nella.