2/24/2011

Overcoming Obstacles, and other motivational shit like that.

From the outside looking in, and from my side looking out, my life is pretty breathtaking. I have a fabulous support system, wonderful friends and family that I would give anything to protect, I'm smart, talented, and I have a good head on my shoulders (not to brag or anything).

But I've gone through a lot to make it this far and to get to where I am today. I'm going to share a few of these things with you, not only because I finally have the strength to do it, but because I'm hoping I can help someone else out there that is currently going through what I did.

As most of you know, this past fall was a very rough time for me. At the end of the summer I ended a four year relationship, and it didn't end on good terms. Betrayal is something I've written about previously, and while I'm no longer bitter about the choices he made, I still feel badly about losing that individual in my life. But that is neither here nor there. Immediately following my breakup, I rebounded in the worst of ways. His name was David, and he seemed nice. Everyone around me quickly discovered that he was "too" nice, something I was too blind to see until it was too late. I was hurting, and David seemed to care about me, and wanted to take care of me, to fix my battle wounds and help me heal from my heartbreak... on the surface, he looked like a godsend, sent to pick me up and allow me to move on.

Things went okay for a while, I caught him reading through my cell phone frequently, something that always bothered me, but I never confronted him. His "caring" nature turned to obsession.... always wanting to know where I was, who I was with, what I was doing, trying to control the clothes I wore, how I fixed my hair... who I was calling or seeing on a minute-to-minute basis. Despite all these things, I thought I was happy.

Things took a turn for the worse in October. He got... for lack of a better word, scary. His possessiveness reached beyond normal jealousy, and he spent a majority of his time with me berating me. I'd never been yelled at before, but I have now. David would get in my face and scream at the top of his lungs, with his hands on my shoulders. Throwing me up against the wall, telling me how much of a whore I was, how I was dishonest, and how I was a manipulative bitch, that was only out to hurt him, to hurt everyone around me. I was self-centered... and even though I knew what he was doing was wrong, I STILL maintained he was a good person at heart, and I defended him to the ground to everyone that was concerned for me.

The end of October was the turning point for me, when things actually sunk in and I realized how scary he actually was... but by then it was too late, I was trapped. Shit hit the fan on the night of Halloween, when I maintained I would never forgive him for the things he said and what he did to my roommates and myself. The next day I went to talk legal action with him... and he threatened me. He told me that if I ever left him, that I would never see my roommate or her boyfriend again. Looking back, it was a hollow, empty threat, but at the time, I was terrified. I knew by staying with him I'd be risking my personal safety. I knew I could get hurt; however, at that point none of that mattered, I had to protect my friends. So I stuck around for another month. I let him take advantage of me. I won't go into details, but I was stuck in a full-on abusive relationship... and it was terrifying. More than the physical aspects... trust me, getting chunks of hair ripped from your scalp is nothing to bat an eye at, being screamed at on a day-to-day basis really gets you down. Already battling depression and anxiety stemming from my last failed relationship, a lot of the things David said to me really hit home. That I didn't try hard enough, that I wasn't caring, and that I was not a good person.

The details escape me, I've blocked them out, but I got out. I left the relationship and I've come full circle. I've coped, I've processed, and I came out alive. I often marvel at my own strength ;)

I am NOT sharing this story to start a pity party for myself, or to have anyone feel bad for me. I don't need it, I'm just fine without it. I'm sharing this part of my life because I want ANYONE out there that feels trapped or is in a relationship like this to know you aren't alone. I can say with full honesty that I know how it feels to be trapped, to have no escape, and to feel like you are worth nothing. I know what it feels like to maintain that the person you're with doesn't mean to hurt you, it just happens, and I KNOW how hard it is to try and walk away.

There's always someone there to support you, and if no one else, you can come to me.

2/11/2011

Official Updates...

Everything Disney affiliated will be published in purple... because WDWCP is big into purple :)

I formally accepted my invitation last night after rehearsal, and it was SO exciting! I've never been so excited for anything! Just the simple planning associated with the program... ahhhh! Normally I'm a bit more eloquent and classy with my language, but I just can't sit still or give the words I want to give! I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!

My program check-in date is Monday, August 8. The tentative plan is to drive to Omaha, NE on the previous Wednesday to pick up my auntie Beep... then use Thursday and Friday to make the drive down to Florida.... meet my mom, who plans on flying down, on Saturday, spend the weekend getting my feet wet and doing some last-minute family bonding in Orlando. When Monday rolls around, my family will see me get settled in, then leave me in FLORIDA and return home to Fargo.

The program's end date is January 6, 2012 if I choose not to extend my stay. As far as return visits go... I won't be allowed to come home over Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween (I know, too cute, right?) or over the Christmas holiday... but I'm shooting for a short visit in November, we'll see.

Things are coming together! I'm overly excited! Love love love.

2/09/2011

!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe this! It's official!! I have been officially accepted to Walt Disney World's Fall 2011 College Program!!!

I'm definitely in a daze about the entire thing. Completely NUMB. Definitely hasn't hit me full force yet that in six months time I will be a Florida resident working for the happiest place on earth!

I'll be receiving my official arrival date by tomorrow, so I'll share that as soon as I know. I also have a character performance audition in Minneapolis on March 22, so look back for more updates soon!

The impossible is possible, my life is turning around.... :)


"It's kind of fun to do the impossible."
-Walt Disney

2/02/2011

Run, Joey, Run

I have a confession to make.

I, Emily Ann Jorgenson, am a runner. I run fast, I run from anything good or with potential to make me happy. I push people out the door with abrasive humor or advances, and if they don't walk away I make a mad dash outta there like a bat out of hell.

"But Emily... why do you run?"
THAT is an excellent question, and I have an excellent answer...
It's because I'm fucking terrified of getting hurt.

To put it bluntly, my previous relationships completely shattered my belief in loyalty in a relationship. My faith in commitment has been completely decimated, and my viewpoints on love have been completely obliterated and anally fucked without the courtesy of lubing it up with Astroglide first. Love is supposed to be something comforting, and something you desire, hope for, and embrace with open arms.

To me love is scary, because being in love allowed me to let my guard down, and feel the strongest emotion I've ever known:
betrayal.

There is a quote that perfectly describes how despicable the idea of betrayal is. It's by Steven Dietz, and I feel that sharing it is the only way to voice how strongly I feel about betraying your friends:
"One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."

The slaughter of hope. Destruction of the thing that keeps humanity going when times seem the darkest... and being betrayed destroys that life support.

But I digress... I am a runner. Because I've been betrayed, and I'm afraid of that feeling.
Beyond that, I run because I'm scared. I'm scared that they are going to discover that they really don't like me all that much.
I'm afraid I'm not good enough, and I don't deserve someone that treats me well.
I'm afraid of falling in love again... because love hurt so badly before.

I need to take a leap of faith.
I need to let go of my worries.
I need to relax.
I need to allow someone beneath this armor I've built around my heart.

I need to give someone a chisel to chip away at the stony exterior I've worked so hard to create.