Ten days or so ago a new friend who loves & respects me gave me a heavy talking to along "snap out of it" lines, accusing me of wanting people to feel sorry for me. I still feel crushed. She thought she was passing on helpful insights & being genuinely compassionate.
Her absolute conviction that she had to pass on what she felt she knew is a terrible obstacle in what could be a solid connection. She has experience of trauma, but never developed PTSD. The only thing she was right about is that fear is ruining my life.
She doesn't get that I experience this as horrible physical symptoms, not an emotion I could choose to let go of... I love it that she sees beauty, power & tremendous potential in me & was moved to share that, but hate it that she put her frustration about my underachieving back on me.
I am ill, not sooky. I worked hard & long to make myself do tough things I knew were necessary. And now I can't. I didn't choose to fall apart, or give up, or become weak & helpless for some melodramatic payoff. I was so strong for so long, & then willpower couldn't do it anymore.
I hate it that people don't get this. I hate it especially when they think they do, & think you have to listen to their view for your own good. A hard knock from a friend is so much harder than casual indifference from smug & ignorant strangers. I literally didn't feel able to say anything. Just cried, confirming her "insight."
I have a good understanding of how all this works, what's happening & why, & how progress is painful at times & incremental. At times it's so hard to go on. This is one of them.