To Find A Cure You Must Face The Disease
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Am I too hard on myself or not hard enough? Whether it be that I am actually facing serious anxiety or that I am too weak to withstand the normal trials of life, here is what I am feeling and how it affects me.
Perhaps the strongest argument for the “I am too hard on myself”” is my perfectionism. I want to be better than anyone else has ever been. I want to do everything. I don’t want to disappoint ANYONE! I am tired of trying and failing. I want things to be easier. I don’t want to have to sleep. I want the power of my mind to overcome all the failings and ailments of my physical body.
These go all the way back to some of my earliest memories. At first it mostly had to do with fears of things outside of myself. Fear of the dark, fear of monsters, fear of witches, fear of rape. Like many other people, I was overwhelmed as a preteen and teenager by all the ways I could die. My heart could literally stop at any moment! And where would I go? Heaven or Hell. While I am a very religious person, I never feel qualified enough to consider myself saved.
Of course that is sort of the point. Grace and crap.
These days I am a lot more neurotic. The thoughts may change but the cycle continues. I go somewhere, meet some people, talk and go home. Spend the next five hours picking apart every single thing that I ever said! I can’t ignore it. I can’t think about anything else. How can I think about anything else?
I’m an introvert, but not all introverts suffer from social anxiety. Until the eighth grade I was homeschooled unschooled, that is until my parents divorced. Than I had to go to “real” school and I suddenly realized that being around other people 9 to 5 drained me dangerously low. I stopped being able to eat breakfast. I gained weight. I became lactose intolerant. My brain was almost constantly fuzzy.
Like a lot of people, I also try to eat my feelings. Not eating due to stress can quickly become eating the very same stress. The most common area, this is also the area where I have already built up the most defense. I eat homemade popcorn just so I can stuff my face and overeat without eating too many calories. I drink lemon juice almost straight for the strong puckering taste.
This past week has been especially hard. I’m so caught up in worrying about future work that I can’t concentrate on what I need to get done now. I’m so afraid of having to go out and find a real job. So afraid I won’t be able to find a real job. So depressed. So anxious. So self-sabotaging. That I can barely put one foot in front of the other.
But this is not who I really am. I am strong. I care. I want to help other people. I am smart. I will find a way through this. I am about to get married to the most amazing man in the world. We can get through this.