Before I start off with this entry, I just want to thank Bagels for setting up this thread. I meant to do so when it was first up, but I saved it for when I needed to put an entry in here, because today has been.....very mixed, and I need to get everything off my chest.
The Good News: Since I posted
this entry in the previous thread, I'm happy to report that I've managed to turn things around in my life. I've decided to pursue a career in the realm of Film/TV as a more creative, rather than technical person, and I'll be going into a postgraduate course next month that I feel will help me greatly in going down the path I wish to travel. My degree actually helped me out in securing a place on the course, due to the strong technical knowledge that I have, and also in the intervening months I managed to gain some work experience with a TV drama on set here in Ireland, and I absolutely LOVED it, so I feel confident and relaxed going into the course. I've also been doubling down on a secret pet project that I've been working on for nearly two years now that I intend to get made in the future(although in what form I don't know yet), which has helped me in coming to terms with my past and gradually being able to move on, and I've been learning new languages partly because of it, but also so that I can flaunt it whenever I get the opportunity.
On the mental health side of things, I've been up and down for a few months, but I'm gradually getting there, and I'll be booking an appointment with a psychiatrist when she gets back from her holiday next week, so I'll be able to finally get my head in order after 16 years of pure hell by speaking to a professional, so it's all getting there.
Now for the Bad News: *
WARNING. TRIGGER ALERT.*
Earlier today, I was told that my cousin is missing. He disappeared on Sunday Night and didn't show up for work on Monday Morning. One of my cousins (my parents come from big families) is a police officer and got a few of his colleagues to put the word out. It's transpired that his car was found at a coastal town in the south east of Ireland, where he and his family used to go to in his childhood, and no one's seen any sign of him there. No one is saying anything publicly, but we believe that he may have taken his own life. Obviously, we do hope it'll have a different outcome, but none of the signs look good, and we're bracing for the news that he won't be found alive.
I don't know what to think. On the one hand, I feel awful for writing off any chance of him being found alive, considering that he's my uncle's son. But at the same, we can't just pretend that it'll all turn out OK, and mental health has been a serious issue in both sets of my family. Mentally, weirdly enough, I feel fine, but also accepting of the fact that I may never see him alive again, and would just rather know what happened so that things can get back to normal, or just grieve for him and move on. It's just unsettling to me, and I feel unnerved by it all. When I had my problems, I recognised them and was able to fix them, no matter how hard it seemed. But with this, I feel like I'm in limbo in all this and unable to do anything to correct it, and it's just incomprehensible for me to put into words. I don't really know how to feel about this, and that alone unnerves me to no end.