Showing posts with label #Anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Anxiety. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

A friendly visit, an Intervention, or an Ambush?



Yesterday I received a call from some friends whom I've not seen/talked to in over a year... whom I've been avoiding. Anyway, they called to tell me they are coming to hang out with me today. To. tell. me. I feel so violated: it feels more like an ambush or an intervention, than a visit, by the way in which their wording was phrased. I was not included in the decision. I didn't get to say, "Sure, come on over." Because I wasn't given a choice. I was told. As a control freak, THIS is not easy for me to accept. The loss of having any say in the matter, leaves me feeling so unsettled.

I am feeling so many emotions right now. I'm feeling major anxiety as my PTSD is being triggered, as well as a loss of control (or the illusion that I even have any control to begin with). I have avoided these particular friends for a reason. And now, to see them, after all this time... is in fact triggering my PTSD. Big time.

I did not speak up for myself, out of guilt. I feel I owe it to them to have them visit me. I have been selfish in avoiding them. Yet, I feel resentful, because I don't feel ready. I also feel overwhelmed, because it's not one friend coming to hang out w/me, but THREE!!! Holy space invasion, Batman! THIS is why it feels like an intervention/Ambush. The guilt is furthered by the fact that I know my friends' intentions are good (then again, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions", but I digress).


My thinking is so distorted. It's to be expected, as it is part of my PTSD, but that doesn't make it ok. Though my initial response is resentment, at the core, is fear. Because the visit will lead to the inevitable question of why I've been avoiding them. I will have to expose myself, and once again, become vulnerable. But of what am I afraid? These are my friends, who love me, who care so much about me, who visited me frequently whilst I was hospitalized. My friends, who continue to love me, despite how badly I've treated them. Who still care about me, though I did my best to push them away. I should be excited to see them, yet as I type this, I am in tears.


The impending visit upsets me because I will have to expose myself and be vulnerable. I will have to be honest, by letting down my guard. I will have to lose the pretense that I am strong (only a pretense which I put up for others, not for myself). I fear that they will see my weakness. I can no longer hide. I am being pulled out of my comfort zone, against my will. I am fully aware that being vulnerable, that letting down my guard, does not make me weak. But I have yet to fully accept this. *Le sigh* I am my own worst enemy. I hold myself back. I know I do this, yet it is my biggest challenge.


Their visit will inevitably lead to my wounds bleeding once more. These wounds which barely have a scab over them, will once more become open. Or will they?


I am dealing with an internal conflict right now. I am cognizant that I must first acknowledge and identify my distorted thinking. Here I must practice some Cognitive Behavioral Therapy( CBT) tactics on myself. My distorted thinking is leading me to catastrophize the whole thing: I am focusing on the worst that can happen. Thus it becomes a vicious cycle that perpuatates the feelings which further arouse my PTSD. Now that I've identified where my thinking is taking me, the next step is to work through this. What is the worst that can happen? I break down and cry in front of them. And then what? They comfort me. And show me the support I need and which I've been too proud to accept. THIS!!!!

The next step is to acknowledge how great of an ice-breaker this visit will be. As it will be an exposure to one of the things which triggers my PTSD. Because my triggers are: people, places and things which remind me of my hospitalization. Therefore, it makes perfect sense that I would avoid people whose presence takes me back to that time. But for healing to take place, I must fully participate in overcoming that trauma  (hmmm. I dunno if that is the term I'm looking for. Can PTSD be fully overcome? Ever? Must further look into this) . Or, if not fully overcoming, at least take a step in that direction. Because by avoiding, I have been holding myself back. And keeping people out, which is not fair to them. Or to me.


One of the techniques used in CBT, is Aversive Conditioning, whereby an individual is exposed to his/her triggers (as many times as necessary) until that trigger becomes "normalized" thus decreasing any response. For me, this will be achieved through resuming contact with friends, as well as through getting comfortable with hospital environments. It  means accepting my fear/aversion to certain people, whilst also  acknowledging  that no harm will come to me.

 
Can I focus on the positive, rather than the negative? Instead of feeling dread and resentment towards my friends' impending visit, can I instead feel excited and look forward to it? I have the choice that will affect how I make it through the rest of the day. I choose to acknowledge my fears yet also look on the bright side. Today's visit will be significant because it will help me re-establish connections with my friends. It is time. I have been stalled for far too long. I choose to look forward to today with excitement (albeit nervous) . It will be a good thing, for me and for them.
 

On a lighter note, to borrow from some of my favorite Twitter hashtags: #GirlsGotIssues thus I shall be #ForeverAlone. Obvious attempt at using humour as a defense mechanism is obvious!




Sunday, May 13, 2012

Chaos


Surrealist figurative paintings by Lori Earley
 * painting by Lori Earley




       “You must have chaos within you
         to give birth to a dancing star.”
                        ― Friedrich Nietzsche


I took a break from writing because the tone felt too dark. Writing has been a very cathartic experience, yet it is uncovering wounds which will take time to heal.


Lately I have been feeling so melancholic. Some days I will wallow in the dark thoughts, yet I must remember and try to also look towards the light. I may be a pragmatist but I am also an optimist. While I acknowledge the therapeutic benefit of allowing myself to be vulnerable, I don't want to just focus on the darkness. 


I was inspired both by the painting and the quote, to help me focus on the light as well. I don't want to get so lost inside myself, that I get lost in the darkness. It's good for me to get in touch with , and work through, whatever inner turmoil I may be experiencing. I can identify and work through them. The ultimate understanding is the duality: in sorrow, pain, grief, there too shall be healing, happiness. I have to remind myself that how I'm feeling is only temporary.



Wednesday, May 9, 2012

that awkward phone call














That awkward phone call


that I just received
from a friend
I've had since the 5th grade.

Not said out right,
but clearly implied,
was,
" I miss you".

The irony,
that just hours earlier,
I wrote a piece
about being missed.

So the phone call
was very awkward
and uncomfortable.

 It ended awkwardly
with
 "let me know when you are receiving visitors".

Ouch! That really stung.

I was tense the whole time.

She brought up facebook
(on which I have gone M.I.A.
since summer of 2011!
at which point
I ran away to twitter)

You can run, but you can't hide.
 Life exists, and it is calling.

How much longer
can I stay
down this rabbit hole?
I like it down here,
in my world.
It is safe.


But my world
includes the people
whom I've excluded
pushed away
Hurt.

Because I am cognizant of how much I've hurt people.
And I feel so much guilt and shame over it.

I owe so many people apologies.

My departure was very sudden.

The onset of depression
crept over me
caught me unaware
so that it was a very
gradual process
that overtook me
in which I lost interest
in everything

Speaking to people
began to feel like a chore

So many questions
about how I was doing
every
single
day.

As if my pain
and my condition
miraculously improved
in the course of
24 hours

Then there was the energy
which I did not have
to reciprocate
and get involved
in their daily lives as well
to ask questions
to engage in conversations

I couldn't engage in life

engaging
was so difficult
that I withdrew

so many unanswered calls
texts
emails

so many people
with whom I lost touch
people
who care about me
and must be feeling
hurt
confused
shunned

when they did nothing wrong


It's not you, it's me
 it really is me.
Or my depression

Depression
that is like a
captor
that has me locked away
from reality
imprisoned

but eventually the captive
must be freed
if not by will
then by force

I have to fight back
I am fighting back
daily

I give myself credit for that
slowly I am coming out of it
that depression

I am not the person I was a year ago

the person who "ran away" from facebook
and the person I am now
are two completely separate individuals
and yet they aren't

Is this a lie I am telling myself?

Is it that I am someone different
or that I am denying
and repressing a part of myself
the part
that is too painful
for me to acknowledge

There is a world out there
that I do belong to
whether I choose to accept it or not

While it is safe to be
down the rabbit hole
I can't stay here forever
it is not therapeutic

I can't hide behind
my diagnoses

And I realize now
that it is
 exactly 
what I've been doing

Yes,
I have PTSD
but how will I heal
if I don't address my fears
my triggers

Because the people,
places
and things
which I am avoiding
are
the people
places
and
things
which I need in my life

Maybe this call was a reality check for me
a reminder that I am missed
because I am wanted
and because I want it too.

I want to rejoin the world
I have changed
each day I grow
I've met new people
but I can't erase my past

Most importantly
I am not alone
I belong to a community
to my family
my friends

Even though I get in my way
though I lock myself up
and don't allow anyone else in

I can't blame the depression
it is not the captor
rather
it is me

I need to work on
bringing myself out
of this cage
and destroying it
to prevent myself
from feeling tempted

because once I lock myself up
it is so tempting
to throw away the key
and never
let myself out

yet that is no way
to live 
and it is not what I want



Monday, May 7, 2012

down the rabbit hole of depression




unraveled
broken
sad
depressed
anxious
empty
emotional


I feel myself falling...
down...
down ...
down...
spiraling
...out of control...


tumbling down
the rabbit hole
of
depression
















It happened so suddenly
I was fine on Friday.
I was ok Saturday morning.
But sometime later,
the physical pain
also became
emotional pain.


I find myself in this spot.
and don't feel like talking to anyone.


I'm in my safe space
and I've withdrawn.
I feel so empty
sad,
melancholic,
tearful


depression isn't something that can be easily explained or described,
you've either experienced it or you haven't.
And if you haven't, then you can't understand
the agony,
the desperation,
the rawness.


I'm learning that I'm an extremist.
I'm either happy, or sad.
I need the in- between.
The normalcy.
I'd been experiencing a sense of contentment.
What changed?


It doesn't make sense that I should go from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other.
After all, don't most people exist in the "in -between"?
In the balance?


I'm not balanced.
I'm not whole.
I am not together.


I am fragile
I feel shattered
broken
lost
unraveled


I feel guilt and shame
So self-indulgent and self-centered
because I can't give to anyone else
I have nothing to give
I can't pretend I'm ok
I don't want to upset others
I don't want pity
I don't feel sorry for myself


I would much rather experience the physical pain
at least there is something I can do about it
I know how to treat it




But this emotional pain
is unbearable
it's got me in its grips
and won't let go


I can't distract myself
or ignore this pain
agony




I have this ability to get in touch with my pain
with my depression
I can go inside
and it scares me
what if the day comes when I'm unable to come out of it?




I've got a fresh wound that is bleeding
and I don't know how to stop the blood


I feel dead
unhealable


It's as if I've committed emotional suicide



Saturday, May 5, 2012

So Broken






Can't find a better way to describe how I'm feeling right now.
This song does it perfectly.


Song: Björk - So Broken (Unreleased)




Lyrics:
So broken
In pieces
My heart is so broken
I'm puzzling


Here I go
Trying to run ahead of that
Heart break train
Thinking
It will never catch up with me


I'm so broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
So broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
heðan-biður


I'm trying to land
This aeroplane of ours gracefully
But it seems just destined to crash


I'm so broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
My heart is so broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
How can, how can
And I sense

All continuity
Has vanished away
At one step at a time now baby, baby

I'm so broken
Heðan-liður-afte-care
I'm-m-m-mmm...so broken
Heðan-biður-afte-care
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm


I'm so
Completely unhealable, baby





I'm so broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
So broken
heðan-biður-afte-care
heðan-biður