EvenStrongerNow
Diamond Member
This anxiety is paralyzing.
When I see people like alcoholics in recovery, I envy them. Not because they have a disease and have to treat their addiction, but because they have found a label that fits, they found a place to fit in, and they KNOW when they think, act, or feel like A, B, or C, all they have to do is follow a list of steps to treat their disease.
Well, I want that. I want to feel like I have a label and know what to do about it. I want to feel like I fit in somewhere, like I belong on this planet. I don't want to keep feeling like I'm going to fail daily emotionally. I'm sick of feeling like I'm frozen in time emotionally, like I'm trapped inside of myself, or like I'm stuck somewhere in space. Just floating.
I reach for a sense of normalcy. I finally get my hands on it! And then, just like that, I can't sustain it anymore. Then, I'm alone again. All alone, sitting in my thoughts thinking obsessively. Thinking about all the what ifs, like:
1. What if I'm really insane?
2. What if so and so really does intend to hurt me?
3. What if everyone leaves me?
4. What if I lose everything?
5. What if I just suck at life?
The list could go on. I can't believe I'm typing this. I can't believe this is my story today. It wasn't always like this. I'm okay with following rules. I'm okay with admitting that it's something I'm doing to cause this if that's the case. I'm okay if I'm told that I'm not taking responsibility or something, but then I need to know how to change my behavior.
I just need someone to make sense of it for me because I drive myself crazy thinking about it. I get overwhelmed and then I do nothing....
If someone said, "Jami, from now on, don't think about anything but positive things. Anything negative, you distract yourself and only follow these steps, etc. And all of this will fix itself in one year, one month," or whatever, I would totally do it.
But I'm tired of trying all kinds of ways that don't seem to sustain me emotionally. Ugh! Ugh!
Maybe I have Aspergers syndrome or something.....or maybe ....I don't know. I just want to fit in somewhere so I can have a routine in life that maintains whatever it is that I'm experiencing.....
Why do I have to be so hyper aware of everything?
Can somebody just give me an answer????? I want to be labeled. I want to be labeled so I can feel like I can do something about it TANGIBLY. My mind will not shut off!
It's not fair. It's not fair that I have to do all of this work because someone else's actions created this sickness in me. It's not fair that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix it, but the therapy I've been doing for 2 years isn't getting me anywhere. But I didn't want to leave and go anywhere else because I always question myself and my judgment. I always tell myself that I don't know what I'm talking about; that other people know what's best. Because I suck, so surely, someone else knows better.
I can't take the anxiety sometimes. I'll be okay tomorrow. This too shall pass. I just needed to get it out. Sometimes I just want to give up on myself. Not like suicide, but detaching and never coming back . . .
When I see people like alcoholics in recovery, I envy them. Not because they have a disease and have to treat their addiction, but because they have found a label that fits, they found a place to fit in, and they KNOW when they think, act, or feel like A, B, or C, all they have to do is follow a list of steps to treat their disease.
Well, I want that. I want to feel like I have a label and know what to do about it. I want to feel like I fit in somewhere, like I belong on this planet. I don't want to keep feeling like I'm going to fail daily emotionally. I'm sick of feeling like I'm frozen in time emotionally, like I'm trapped inside of myself, or like I'm stuck somewhere in space. Just floating.
I reach for a sense of normalcy. I finally get my hands on it! And then, just like that, I can't sustain it anymore. Then, I'm alone again. All alone, sitting in my thoughts thinking obsessively. Thinking about all the what ifs, like:
1. What if I'm really insane?
2. What if so and so really does intend to hurt me?
3. What if everyone leaves me?
4. What if I lose everything?
5. What if I just suck at life?
The list could go on. I can't believe I'm typing this. I can't believe this is my story today. It wasn't always like this. I'm okay with following rules. I'm okay with admitting that it's something I'm doing to cause this if that's the case. I'm okay if I'm told that I'm not taking responsibility or something, but then I need to know how to change my behavior.
I just need someone to make sense of it for me because I drive myself crazy thinking about it. I get overwhelmed and then I do nothing....
If someone said, "Jami, from now on, don't think about anything but positive things. Anything negative, you distract yourself and only follow these steps, etc. And all of this will fix itself in one year, one month," or whatever, I would totally do it.
But I'm tired of trying all kinds of ways that don't seem to sustain me emotionally. Ugh! Ugh!
Maybe I have Aspergers syndrome or something.....or maybe ....I don't know. I just want to fit in somewhere so I can have a routine in life that maintains whatever it is that I'm experiencing.....
Why do I have to be so hyper aware of everything?
Can somebody just give me an answer????? I want to be labeled. I want to be labeled so I can feel like I can do something about it TANGIBLY. My mind will not shut off!
It's not fair. It's not fair that I have to do all of this work because someone else's actions created this sickness in me. It's not fair that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix it, but the therapy I've been doing for 2 years isn't getting me anywhere. But I didn't want to leave and go anywhere else because I always question myself and my judgment. I always tell myself that I don't know what I'm talking about; that other people know what's best. Because I suck, so surely, someone else knows better.
I can't take the anxiety sometimes. I'll be okay tomorrow. This too shall pass. I just needed to get it out. Sometimes I just want to give up on myself. Not like suicide, but detaching and never coming back . . .