The place that I use to cope with my depression, has become depressing. (Story in the description)
I dance. I love to dance actually. It’s the only time and place where I can actually stop thinking for as long as I’m there. It has helped a ton for my mental health. It is the absolute breathing room I need while swimming in an ocean.
Right now we are rehearsing for a show which is set for about a month from now. Our dance performance could be better, it’s not bad but it really could be better. So this week one of our members straight-up said how unsure she is about whether or not she will be able to do the routine properly for the show. And I can’t really blame her. I could even hear she was fighting back tears while confessing her doubts. (I even thought I could hear it in the teachers voice as well, but I’m not too sure.) Anyway, teacher said she would rehearse a little extra with her next week.
It’s sadly also still common occurrence for some of our dance members to just not show up without any notice. So their missing out on practice time which we really need. But this time I heard one of our dancers just quit. So after class I asked my teacher what the deal was. It was because she (the dance who quit) didn’t like the routine and was upset we weren’t learning any new moves anymore.
“Is she coming back then for next season?” (because then we would learn new moves again) I asked.
TLDR: Dance class is not going that well. There is a cloud of despair hanging about. It makes me depressed again and I don’t know how to wave it away.
Edit: Repost, I wasn't sure if this really fits this community because I really just wanted to get this off my chest. Otherwise feel free to remove, I won't post it again.
I assume most people just go to dancing casually because they like it. They do not want to have to deal with having to excuse themselves for something they do for themselves for fun.
For the same reason it can be sad when you only keep repeating the same things over and over again.
Yeah the reasoning of the dancer who left actually did make sense to me. Perhaps when dancing turns routine it becomes more of a workout rather than expressing yourself.