I have been trying to work out if I would feel the way I do about myself if I were suffering from a physical ailment, rather than simply being a bit batshit.
For example, the proverbial pint of milk.
Some days, I can drive to the local fruit and veg shop on the outskirts of the nearest village and can shop there without any problems. Some days, I even manage to go into the village itself, find somewhere to park (old village, narrow streets, far too many cars…) and do normal things like go to the Co-Op or the doctor’s.
But on others, if I can’t find anywhere to park, I panic. One evening, I ended up driving straight through the village and out across the hills in floods of tears and was horrendously lost by the time I talked myself into pulling over.
And on bad days, just the thought of going anywhere is enough to reduce me to a quivering wreck.
Now, when I’m feeling quite rational, I understand that my panic reactions are nothing more than the PTSD at work ā I can’t control the situation so my hindbrain overreacts and tells me I’m in danger ā and my gut reaction to the ādangerā is to flee.
However, just as I end up with a conflict between my rational self and my emotions on my bad days, so I spend my good days in an equally destructive conflict.
Meaning? Well, as I said above, my rational self understands what’s going on and tries to deal with āthatā me with empathy and kindness. But something else in me (pride?) is appalled at what I see, views it all as a sign of weakness and failure and is, quite frankly, embarrassed and humiliated by the whole thing.
Would I be like this if I was recovering from an illness or an accident?
Well ā¦ probably.
Do I feel like this about other people who are in my situation?
Hell, no!
I would ask why I feel like that about me, but I already know the answer. Indirectly, it’s a by-product of my upbringing. But it’s also directly related to why I’m in this state to begin with. And if that makes no sense to you, don’t worry, I know what I mean.
And that is, I think, at the heart of why I am where I am. Maybe if circumstances were different, I’d have a better relationship with myself. But there’s only so much shit you can swallow before you end up blaming yourself for being in that position in the first place.
I suspect (well, know, since so many friends have told me so) that the first step to my recovery will be to accept what has happened and ā more importantly ā that none of it is my fault.
I don’t see it like that, however. And therein lies the problem ā and the answer to my question.
Anyone else feel like they’re trapped in a hamster’s wheel?!
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