Epiphanies and Victories

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It has been a seriously rough couple of days. Waiting to find out if someone is going to break up with you or not is really one of the worst, most anxiety-producing things in the world. I waited over a day without any contact at all, then asked if I could please have some sort of timeline just so I know when we might talk. I didn’t say it but I had been checking my phone every thirty seconds and it was really starting to drive me nuts.

Anyway last night we talked. It was a really, really good talk. My brother says sometimes you need some conflict to get to a better place. Well, the past couple of days was the height of conflict, and I think we have reached the best place we’ve been in, so far.

It’s funny, sometimes you can be so afraid of something you almost will it to happen just so you can get it over with. We were both pretty afraid of it ending, for various reasons. Relationship baggage can be a serious bitch to get passed. But we realized that we haven’t been communicating, mostly out of fear. We both sort of made assumptions about each other, the relationship, our actions, and our relationship started to exist in this virtual Assumption World. Talking about things really helped to bring everything back to reality, and to a level of true understanding.

I feel really relieved right now. I am in a relationship with someone I really like, and for the first time in the four months we’ve been dating, it feels purely good. There’s no hesitation on my part, because we know how the other feels now and how we have misinterpreted a number of things along the way.

I think I have learned a lot about myself these past couple of weeks. I’m glad I have such amazing people in my life who I can talk to, and who have really helped me grow as a person, and to understand myself better, and the things that I’m doing to shoot myself in the foot.

I realized that I often act on assumptions that are not necessarily based in ‘reality’. That is, I perceive things in a certain way and act on those perceptions without considering the myriad of other possibilities that could exist. I’m sure lots of people do this and maybe it doesn’t seem like a big deal but to me it’s huge. It changes my entire life. The first step is to be aware of these things when they pop up–just to notice they exist, that this is an instance in which you are assuming something: how someone feels, what they think, what they think of you, without actually knowing these things. The best thing of course is to ask and not assume, but I think applying this in my life will really change it.

I’m not sure I’m really articulating myself very well right now. It has been a mind blowing realization for me. I knew this about myself to some extent, but only recently did I understand how pervasive and negative my assumptions are. So much so that I stopped even recognizing them as assumptions.

Anyway I’ve really gotten into workbooks lately (um…I went from self-help books to self-help workbooks…. :/) and I find them really useful. Right now I’m working through a workbook on interpersonal relationships and it’s been pretty eye opening. It talks about various schema we develop in childhood to cope with our circumstances and how these become so ingrained that they are automatically triggered as coping mechanisms whether or not they’re effective, and how this can lead people to develop negative patterns and continually experience negative interactions or relationships with others.

It helps you to recognize the schema that you hold as true, in your mind, and how they affect you and how you react to things based on these schema. For now I’m trying to be aware and to recognize these things as they come up. The book suggests that your schema is activated any time you feel a very strong reaction toward something. I often find something small can trigger a strong reaction in me–a sense of panic, a fear–without me really understanding why or even really questioning it. I just feel the feeling of fear or panic and usually I withdraw or try to somehow cope with it.

Now, I’m trying to acknowledge this strong emotion and to think about which of my schema it has activated, and to understand myself better.

Yay for self-help, good conversations, and the beauty of people who genuinely try to understand you, and themselves, in a safe space.

Shame

I blink away tears of shame,

Angrily dabbing tired eyes:

Defeated.

Saddened to find myself

Seated in this corner yet again.

I stumble over words,

Foggy and

Bewildered by questions

Seemingly simple

Tripping me up.

I have no explanations,

Sensations felt intensely–

Overwhelm.

 

 

Excerpt

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I lowered my eyes as I walked through sterile halls, past sombre faces. For many this was the worst place they could find themselves–either as a patient, or worse, a family member. For me it was like a second home.  But this time it was different. This time I got dirty looks and snappy remarks. This time there was no sympathy for me, not a hint of it. This time I was treated with contempt not kindness. The nurses performed their duties ceremoniously, barely speaking to me except to scold me for my actions. Well, it was a bit too late for criticism, or advice, whichever it was they thought they were dispensing.

They didn’t know what it felt like. They didn’t have to experience a panic so overwhelming the only solution was to escape it–by any means necessary.

No, instead they saw me as a privileged, selfish child taking up a hospital bed. They saw me as a waste of time. Time that could be better spent serving a sick child, an elderly person, an accident victim, or someone who stubbed their toe, accidentally. Anyone but me, who ‘did this to herself’. 

I wondered if they’d ever heard of the term ‘victim-blaming’. But I dared not open my mouth. Truth is, either way, victim or culprit, I felt deeply ashamed. I just wanted to hide and get away from everyone. I had no explanations, none that they would understand anyway. All I had were two deeply ingrained scars–symbols of my failure.

 

 

Escape

You were my good friend,

You got me through the times

I thought would overwhelm me.

I thought of you and it would be okay.

I pictured different ways,

Different paths, roads, means

But always the same end.

I found beauty and hope in you,

Escape from unyielding anxiety in you,

I put my faith, trust, hope in you,

But no one understood.

It’s sinful.

It’s selfish.

It’s awful to even allow the thought to sprout into your mind

Let alone consider.

WELL. The truth is I was alone,

At the bottom of the deepest

DARKEST well

And I found you.

The ultimate escape,

But you gave me hope.

Friend

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Anxiety overtakes me,

Therapy:

Coming to an end.

A safety net

I fell back on

When panic struck my core,

Life overwhelmed me.

Now this is it.

My own two feet can’t

Buckle anymore.

I have no safety nets

To fall back on,

No conversations–

Comforting, enlightening;

Helping me cope.

Instead I have some tools

I’ll try to use

When mildly overwhelmed

But somewhat functional.

Sometimes I think

What I need now

Is a friend.

Repetition

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Feel like I’ve lived this life

A hundred thousand times.

People and relationships

Mere placeholders.

Revolving doors slowly

Churn them out.

I can’t imagine a different way than this:

Solitude and loneliness as steady

As my breath,

A constant inhale-exhale,

Steadfast and enduring,

Without escape.

 

Cyclone

Both legs shake uncontrollably,

Anxiety,

Comes over me,

Little rapid beats,

Fast-paced breaths,

A sense of urgency

Not rooted or anchored,

Just pervasive.

A thousand screaming voices,

Resounding in my mind,

Echoing, Demanding, Despairing.

Harsh whispers disable me,

Worry me,

Remind me of the misery,

Future days may hold.

I cling to you for solace,

Your promise of relief

All too alluring.

A puff or two will calm my nerves,

Will put my mind at ease:

Momentarily.

Temporarily.

Until Nicotine adds fuel to fires raging–

A cyclone I struggle to be free of.

Anxiety Today

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Today anxiety eats me from the inside,

Destroying my will,

Feeding my fears,

Inciting panic.

 

Today I’m watching seconds crawl by,

Waiting apprehensively for time to pass

So I can make my way home

Crawl under my covers

Hide a bit.

 

Find some solace from

The worries that keep me up at night,

Following like shadows,

Synchronised.

 

Today anxiety has me,

Firmly in its grip

I can’t escape.

 

Today I’ll try to get through

But tomorrow–

Tomorrow I hope

Is nothing like this.

Struggling Today….

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Today I feel pretty down and anxious. A good friend of mine who is also a co-worker has just taken up a new job and today is her last day. I’m super happy for her but I’ll definitely miss her. We’re keeping up our gym routine since she won’t be far, so it’s really not that bad. So I don’t know why I’m feeling so down. This is a day that’s a struggle.

I don’t feel well. I have a bit of a sore throat, and I’m exhausted. I also feel really anxious–can’t stop my jittery legs from shaking.

I think part of it is the crisp weather that marks the coming of winter, just around the corner. Winter depresses me. I hibernate and feel isolated. I also feel the loss of my mother far more deeply and profoundly during the holidays.

I don’t know how to get out of this rut and to free myself of these feelings. I feel lonely, sad, scared, depressed in the winter and at the same time I don’t have the desire to engage others. It’s a cycle of sadness spurring isolation and vice versa.

Writing down my thoughts and feelings usually helps. Knowing there are other people out there who experience these same feelings and are able to overcome them. I just sometimes get into a panic–I can’t help but feel like it’s another winter of the same, and who knows how long things will stay this way. It’s hard to have hope for the future when the past seems to indicate that change is a rarity.