It's another 22 days until my surgery, and I want to be sane and easier to live with for the next 22 days. I already feel like I don't fit in and now I'm terrified that I've done irreparable damage to friendships even though in reality I know that there are bumps in the road in any kind of relationship. I've cried a lot more this past month than I've cried I believe in the past year. I hate it because it's like every little thing that happens, where I used to be able to just go with the flow and deal with it, has been a huge deal. Lately, if people look at me wrong, I cry. I'm just not like that, normally I'm tough and it takes a lot to really shake me. I feel like these hormones are altering my personality, altering who I am, and I don't like it one bit!
A friend gave me a book that I have been reading, but she also guided me toward a particular section of the book that I hadn't gotten to yet. This particular section is about a lady called Jeannie, who experienced a rather dramatic conversion to Jesus after being involved in some pretty heavy sin. She was so excited about her new life in Christ. However, Jeannie wished she was like the other women in the church. She feels that the women are welcoming and loving, but she feels that they don't understand her and that she will never quite fit in with them because she feels that they have no clue about her past life and they wouldn't understand it, and that if they did understand they would reject her. I can so totally relate to that. I don't feel like I fit in anywhere, even in the church and even though I know some wonderful women who are friends of mine. I still feel like I don't quite measure up to them and never will.
I try to remind myself that my identity is in Christ and that it doesn't matter if I fit in or not, but the truth is that to me it does matter if I fit in. I have written out Bible verses that tell me the truth about myself, I read encouraging books, but sometimes I still struggle. I struggle with insecurity and acceptance and love, and I always fear that my friendships will one day end because I do something really stupid and that my friends will be sick of dealing with me and just walk away. I've experienced a lot of that and I can't say that I blame the people who walked away, which is why I fear I haven't changed enough yet or that deep down I'm really the same person as I was then and that one day I'll show my "true colors" and that people will just walk away when they've had enough. But I don't really help myself because when I feel the most insecure is when I take things more personally than I should, or snap at someone, or pick a fight. I don't even understand that.
Sometimes I wonder when the truth really will start to take effect and I'll start to believe the truth about myself.
