Sometimes I wish my name really was jane doe. (of course, it’s just a screen name)
Sometimes I wish I was unknown, invisible, not noticeable…
(and yet, at the same time, I deeply long to be known, seen, and wanted)
I struggle with being too emotional. I’ve learned and come to accept that it is partly due to PTSD (I rather it not be – I dunno why.) Sometimes I am fiercely afraid... and it gets the better of me.
I’m often very type-Aish. I work way too hard, especially at “fixing me” and trying to do things differently. I’ve been so desperate to be different, or at least get 'the old me' back and get my life 'back on track' (whatever that means.)
For the first time in quite awhile, I’ve stopped trying to “fix” me. I’m going at a much slower (and steadier) pace in therapy and in life – and it’s working!
There is a difficult irony that I am running into. When I walk through something that I used to get really upset about, and now I don’t get quite so upset about, but walk through it step by step, often feeling much more than I did before, but handling it much better – I find myself so excited to see a very different outcome and to feel so alive… AND deeply hating me.
One time I heard someone say that the worst punishment you could give someone who was criminally insane was to cure them. Then they would realize what they had done and have to live with it for the rest of their lives. I am not a criminal, nor insane, but I kind of think there is something about that. Feeling better and doing life better makes me realize much more deeply how badly I was struggling, how badly my life got “off track” – and how I could end up there again.
I am trying to not fuel the “I hate me” thoughts and turn my mind to other things, but they are still there. More than ever, I can’t stand me. I am doing life better, feeling much more of life and handling it differently – slowly but surely – and yet, the better I do, the more I feel like I have been such a sick freak and hate me. I know I would not think this of anyone else if they were just like me, but yet my mind is increasingly more stuck on being disgusted by me. UGH.
I told my counselor about them and she tried to reassure me I wasn’t entirely the monster I see in me, that even where I haven’t done well I’m doing better and better, and that she has so much hope that I won’t get so bad again… and in the end, she said - “try to not go there, put the ‘I hate me’ judgments away right now…” and I did… for the rest of the session. Now it feels like this monster about to suck me up in any quiet moment.
This is rather jumbled up post. Does any of this make any sense? Has anyone else felt anything like this?