Depression Is An Ocean And Sometimes People Just Don’t Know How To Swim.

I'm learning to Accept Things...

So recently my best friend has been going through some things. But because of these things he isolates himself, he keeps telling everyone he's okay when we can clearly see he isn't. I'll admit that over the past year we started growing apart. We both just kinda started hanging out with different crowds, but I wanted to try and keep the friendship. I never wanted to lose him. But the fact that he's going through all that's happening to him is hurting him and he's keeping it all locked away inside his head... I feel like it's changing him and I don't like the person he's becoming. I want to hold on to who I remember him being so badly. But I don't see that person anymore. So here is what I'm starting to accept. I accept that he's pushing me away, even though I want to hold on. I accept that the person I see every day is no longer my best friend. I accept that I don't know who he is anymore. I accept that he needs time to deal with everything. I accept that I need to wait for him to decide if he still wants this friendship or not. I accept that maybe I'm not important to him anymore...

Sorry for the long paragraph. This is just something I need to get off my chest...

I just wish I could stop thinking sometimes...

I overthink, a lot, about everything.

I guess it's normal, sometimes. Sometimes I go back to conversations that have happened before. I analyse everything that was said and I think of every possible thing that each statement could mean. I think of everything that the other person could think I was trying to say. Then eventually I think of something and it makes me feel like the worst person on the planet.

Sometimes I try to stop myself from thinking about something because I know it will make me depressed. So intead I go to my happy place. Funny enough I think of wrestling. I have my perfect moments picked out already. My character. My debut match on NXT. Winning the NXT Women's Championship. Debuting on the main roster and winning the RAW Women's Championship. And finally, being the first female Superstar to main event Wrestlemania. I know these are all dreams, and they probably won't come true, but I think about this all the time anyway. I replay these moments all the time because they make me happy. I think about them to make sure I don't think about something depressing.

I recently found two things that depress me the most. One of them is a conversation that hasn't even happened. It will probably never happen. It's with Leonard. I think, that I probably only think about it because a part of me wants it to happen. In the scenario he actually wants to talk to me. He's himself again and he wants to talk to me because he wants us to be friends again. In my mind I switch. In one timeline I take him back and we're friends again. We're happy. In the other I tell him everything I ever wanted to say. I tell him how much he hurt me over the past year. I put up walls, which I have actually started building in real life, and I move on from him. I think this is the best option if this coversation ever happens. Either way I end up crying. No matter which timeline I follow. I cry because I know that either way, I'm going to end up hurt in the end...

The other thing I think about that makes me depressed is my parents. So I haven't really spoken about my family, but basically, I have one brother and one sister. We're closer than ever because all we have, is each other. My mom passed away when I was nine years old. My sister was in her final year of high school, my brother was in his third year at university. I just remember her feeling sick; taking her to hospital; the nurses refusing to let me see her because I was "too young" to go into the rooms; finding out about her cancer; seeing her on her birthday; getting a call in the middle of the night; and saying good-bye to her... I sucked, everything about it sucked. I feel like I never really even knew her. I just hear stories about her from the rest of my family.

The story with my dad is different. Even though I grew up with him in my life, I never really felt like I knew him. My dad had a severe stroke when I was about fve years old. He started to detatch himself from everyone else and isolated himself from even our family. As I grew up he started to close himself off from us more and more. It got even worse when my mom passed away. But I always had my brother and sister... We stuck together through it. It made us closer. Soon we didn't even see my dad for meals. He would come out to fetch food while my brother and sister were at work and I was doing homework. He would take the food to gis room and eat there. I never really understood how bad it was. I was kid. To me, this was normal, this was life. I only really understood it when I got to high school. My friends would talk about their dads and I realised that my family was not normal. I would visit their houses and realise that mine made my family look poor and dirty even though we weren't.

When I was in Grade 11, I realised things had to change. I spoke to a few people and I realised I wanted a dad again. I wanted to have a relationship with him. So I started to try. I started with simple things like recording wrestling and asking him to watch with me. He would sometimes, but he would forget that I hadn't seen it and spoil matches for me. Sometimes I would be mad (Undertaker vs Lesner *cough*). I would ask him to sit and eat with us. Most of the time he said no. But I still tried. I would sit and try to talk to him about anything. I never really felt like I got through. But it worked sometimes. Two days before my final high school exams started, my brother and I were about to go out and buy food. When we were about to leave we said "bye" to my dad and he didn't reply. I remember seeing that he was struggling to breathe, so we sat with him and he started clutching his chest. We were trying everything, but he was having a heart attack. I was calling everyone I knew. Every aunt, uncle and cousin, even my church pastor because I had no idea what to do. But it was too late. I had watched my father pass away right before my eyes.

I've never really spoken to anyone about this, but I felt like it was an important part of this post because I think about this. I think about how I never really knew my parents. Everytime I mess up, no matter how small it is, I feel like I'm letting them down. I hate this feeling, but it's there. I never really know how to feel. Because even though I never really knew them. I still miss them. I regret that I never really had a childhood where they taught me how to ride a bike or make cookies. I never really had a chance to even talk to them and I hate it. I know that with mom I never had the choice. But with my dad I had a chance and I never took it. So I regret it. I constantly overthink every moment I had with my dad. I think about how I would change it and how I would try to make things right. I would do better in Maths and Science and try to make him proud because I pretty much failed those subjects...

I constantly wish that for a moment I could turn my brain off and find some peace, but it's almost impossible. So I try to think of better things. Good memories, like sitting at the dining room table and talking to my mom while she writes in a notepad. Or watching RAW while my dad says it's turning into a soap opera and hates on Seth Rollins. Sometimes I even think about those conversations I had with Leonard about why he loves Batman. Then I realise none of these things will ever happen again. So I get desparate for happiness and I think of myself at the end of Wrestlemania holding up the Women's Title. It's dumb. But it works. I still cry, but I cry tears of joy because that would be me, making history at Wrestlemania. For a few minutes, I am okay. I allow myself to think until I find something to distract me from my thoughts.

The Perfect Explanation of Privilege – In One Powerful Punchline

“The Pencilsword” is a comic strip by Toby Morris, an illustrator from New Zealand. His most recent comic, “On a Plate” hits hard at the heart of the issues of concerning wealth and privilege.

How many times have you heard the “I’ve never been handed anything on a platter” argument in regard to social security and other social benefits?

Toby wrecks this argument by showing how two children can grow up, be loved and supported, and yet still have two very different outcomes.

Make sure to follow all the way to the end for the powerful punchline. This comic is an increasingly sad reality for far too many of this nation’s children and families.

Good wood - um, I’m currently trying to work out if this is the coolest bit of tech that’s ever been on here…. I think it might just be. Beautiful, classy, classic but contemporary, it makes you feel like you’re from the 1940s, 1970s and 2020 all in one go. Yes please!

I don’t know what’s funnier.. the baby elephant chasing the birds, or when he fell and ran to his mom xD

For frustrated WWE Fans...

Indy wrestling is IMO the best it’s been in years, and there’s plenty of great promotions that offer quality matches and story telling. Some of these links are paid subscription services but I believe they’re worth the investment or at the very least, a trial. Also some of the YouTube pages are unavailable outside of the US but a proxy should work. 

PROGRESS: https://demandprogress.pivotshare.com/ + https://www.youtube.com/user/progresswrestling

What Culture Pro Wrestling: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAl6NLC0tnubiCMzYXawG3g

Ring Of Honour: https://www.youtube.com/user/ringofhonor + http://www.rohwrestling.com/membership

New Japan: http://njpwworld.com/ + https://www.youtube.com/user/NJPW

Lucha Underground: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCaVwpbqM8dkhQvbL8XileAA

Shimmer: http://shimmerwrestling.blogspot.co.nz/p/dvds.html

PWG: http://www.prowrestlingguerrilla.com/merch/

World Wresting Network (streams Evolve, Shine, Dragon Gate): http://wwnlive.com/

There is more to wrestling than WWE, and I wanted to share some alternatives as I know being a WWE fan can be so frustrating. Give indy wrestling a chance in 2017.

Please feel free to add to this.

Omg. Incredible. I needa see the whole match

YO ON SOME ANIME SHIT THIS DOPE AF!!!!

I don’t draw these guys enough!

“There comes a day when you realise turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realise there’s so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.”

— Zayn Malik

Torn...

When I think of that song. I immediately think of One Direction. I know that they did a cover of Natalie Imbruglia's song, but I still love their version to bits. I was a huge One Direction fan. I still listen to some of their songs like "Perfect" and "Infinity", I still wear my hoodie from their concert. I even listen tonsome of the musid they have made as solo artists ("Miss You" by Louis Tomlinson is amazing). But that's not the focus of this post.

So recently I made up my mind and I decided to let go. I had let go of Leonard, of everything around him and that whole situation he was going through. I was happy. I was happy to let go and move on with my life. Somehow, he always just knows. He knows when I'm happy and need to move on, because today he sent me a text, he's happy apparently. Things are starting to sort themselves out, but he wants to fix things with his friends. Starting with me apparently...

So now I am torn. I just started getting over everything and moving on. I was starting to accept things as they are and life was great, then this happened...

I have two options here. I can work things out with him and risk everything. Meaning I can fix things with him, but that would also mean risking my sanity and my feelings. I just don't want to get hurt again. I really don't. It was bad enough last year.

Or, I can tell him to shove it and move on with my life. I mean, he even admitted that if we try and fix things, I'm hardly ever going to see him, he just said "But we'll talk". I dunno. I mean that doesn't really seem like he's going to put any effort into building our friendship again...

So now I am torn. I want to fix things, because I really missed having a best friend. But I don't know if it's worth it getting close to someone again if there is a possibility of getting hurt again...