My anxiety explained 12.1.18
Iāve been thinking a lot about why I am the way I am today. I never want my past to define me, but at the same time, I canāt just ignore it. Otherwise, Iām blind towards a big piece of the puzzle that makes me who I am today. So this is my anxiety explained - for my future reference or if itās useful information for anyone else that has been through the same thing.Ā
SO, growing up, my parents always tried to discipline me with fear. If I said something wrong, I would get beat. If I did something wrong, I would get beat.Ā
e.g. everytime I broke a glass cup, I got a beating. Everytime I talked back, I got a beating. My parents made sure of it to punish me and keep me scared bc they thought that was the best way to keep me in line. Thatās how their parents raised them.Ā
So growing up, I noticed that I only speak when spoken to. I have this thing where Iām scared to say the wrong thing. Iām scared to be wrong because I think Iāll be punished for it. Like, when Iām in school, I only raise my hand if Iām 100% certain about what the answer is. Because being wrong makes me feel humiliated, ashamed, and scared. Or when I canāt send people a text back right away until I take some time on forming the perfect response that conveys everything I want to say, and that is open enough to keep the conversation flowing. Or the reason behind why I need so much time to think about what I say before I say it; and having to memorize the dialogue with every person I have a conversation with in order to ensure that I remember to say everything I wanted to say and say it correctly.
This affected me a lot growing up and I didnāt even know it. I was always a quiet person and I never knew why. And people made it feel like being quiet was a choice, and a weak quality to have. It sure did make me feel more lonely. I would always hold back my opinions because I didnāt think they mattered to anyone. The only time I would talk is if someone explicitly asked about what I thought because then, I would know that they really do value my opinion. I would gather around different groups trying to make friends in high school but I could never utter any words...or I never knew the right time to utter those words, because who would ever care about what I thought, right? Later on, I told myself that I like one on one hangouts more than group hangouts, and now I understand why.Ā
Being governed by fear of saying/doing the wrong thing prevented me from becoming my own unique person that people would want to be around. It made me invisible. I spent most of my life until until the end of college a loner.
Another part of how I was raised that contributes to my anxiety is I was raised to believe that my value was measured by what I could offer the world, not who I was in the world.
Self love wasnāt taught. Hell, it wasnāt even something that existed until I got to college. My parents put me through so many lessons, tutors, extracurricular activities not because I wanted to do them, but because they were trying to make me into somebody. My worth was measured through my successes, academic accomplishments, and contribution to society. Not my kindness, compassion, uniqueness, or personality. That shit didnāt matter. If I cried, I was told to shut up or locked in my dark bathroom until I stopped. If I was depressed, I was told I was ungrateful. If I tried on different styles of clothing, I was called gay.Ā
Who I was didnāt matter. How much I struggled didnāt matter. How sad and depressed I was didnāt matter. But when I reached success??? Oh man, I became a great deal. My parents should show me off like huge shiny trophies.Ā āLook at what MY son didāĀ āLook at how smart he isāĀ āLook at how talented he isāĀ āLook at how successful he isā
Now we go into why I went into this mode of always working hard for my parentās approval. Why I started working so hard for them...but eventually realized it is not a long term goal, because nothing will ever be enough. And theyāll only be there at the finish line and not during the race. And trust me, there will be many races.
So with that said, now a large part of my identity became linked to how successful I was at the moment. My life is good while I doing well academically, and when Iām not, Iām borderline suicidal. Why?? When Iām not doing well academically, I feel like I have nothing. Without my successes I have nothing. Without new accomplishments to tell my parents, I feel like I have nothing because I never worked on being my own person. I didnāt know who the fuck I was as an individual without my accomplishments. During the 6 months that I was jobless after completing a $3000 phlebotomy program, I probably wanted to commit suicide at least 3 times, and it felt like I had chronic depression with no motivation to get up. And at that same time, my dad called me lazy and unproductive while I was applying every single day and receiving rejection letters left and right.Ā
All this combined is why sometimes when I look in the mirror, I donāt know who the fuck is looking back. Individuality was never focused on in my household and sometimes I donāt feel like my mind is attached to this body. Sometimes, my own face looks foreign to me. My voice, unrecognizable. I lived in this body my whole life and yet, why donāt I feel connected to it by now??Ā Ā Ā
So yeah, now Iām just trying to rewrite all that. Iām trying to find and love myself as late as I am to the party. I donāt resent my experiences or my parents because I know I do have some good qualities that I love about myself. And only with all my experiences combined did I become this person. Even if I had a better childhood, I couldnāt say for sure that I would be 100% the person that I wanted to me. But I do know for 100% certainty that I am proud of this person today, despite his troubled past. I know my parents did the best they could, and whatās done is done. This generation is a byproduct of the mind at war, from my parents, their parents, and their parents. I canāt change my past, but I can change my future and stop this cycle of disciplining future generations with fear and fucking them up psychologically. I can either fall victim to my experiences or use it to make me stronger. My struggles make me great. A perfect life knows no hardships. A perfect life builds no character. I am grateful for everything Iāve been through, and I will make it through stronger and better each time.Ā Ā