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Why Would I Want To Feel Worse When I Could Be Feeling Better?

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This is a rhetorical question I've been asking myself when I catch my mind brooding.

For instance, I can go to bed and spend two hours going over how bad everything is, and probably not sleep. Or I can deliberately turn aside from those thoughts, put Classic FM on and focus on the colours and symbols that the music evokes. I enjoy "seeing" them, and usually fall asleep before the hour Auto-off is up.
Similarly I can spend the day focussing on how useless I am, and how I shouldn't be allowed to exist, or I can watch Third Rock from the Sun re-runs and do some Zentangle.

I can see that focussing on something more positive is better in the moment, yet I have a fear that refusing to think about stuff is just playing the old game of pretending everything is all right and it is a LIE. My childhood was spent in a family that valued looking right and superior on the outside and never addressing what was actually happening, and I don't want to repeat that.

Is it better to feel honestly bad, or to cover it up and feel dishonestly OK?
 
I think it depends on if you are focusing on bad things that just are not true. Like thinking you are useless would be something that just is not true. Staying focused on these negative things keeps the brain locked in that negative pattern.
Sometimes it is not that easy to go beyond these negative thoughts - it is something I deal with daily. But I keep going forward.
In my own experience I have come to realize that staying in that negative place only gives my attacker more power over my life. I don't want to do that.

If you feel honestly bad maybe that is something you need to deal with and work on. Then you could honestly say you feel good again.
 
I call my proclivity to brood my "pet wound". On some core level I had to make a decision to break the thinking pattern, examine the core beliefs, claim my adult life as my own, and determine not to make a bigger hash out of it for myself or endeavor to try and perhaps go down swinging/fighting.

Awareness is the key to not repeating it. You have awareness, the fear is irrational.
 
I know what you are saying, and I have had similar thoughts myself, that distracting myself is the same as sweeping things under the rug, like my parents did.

I deliberately stopped being busy so I could examine all the thinking that was going on and look at what I needed to transform, but when it came to overcoming depression, part of that, for me, was to start watching comedy movies and laughing more, even if there was nothing to laugh at, or nothing I could think of. And it helped me get back to a state of getting that dopamine into my brain.

Dancing and moving to create serotonin. I don't see the problem there. Faking it til you make it is not necessarily lying, since you are willing to address the underlying stuff that has caused you pain. Sweeping it all under the rug and pretending it doesn't exist is something alltogether different.
 
Thinking is necessary. We need to think about our thoughts and behaviors in order to identify negative ones and come up with plans to change them. Thinking about the past can help process it and reduce its power. Even if these times of thinking make you feel bad, they have a purpose. But when you get stuck in thought loops, where the same negative thoughts just go around and around, or are having negative thoughts you know are irrational (like that you're worthless), I'd say that's a good time to distract yourself with something else. As others have said, this really just reinforces negative thinking patterns and depresses you more.

I have to say that if you can stop the racing negative thoughts just with music, I envy you. Mine don't shut up so easily.
 
I can see that focussing on something more positive is better in the moment, yet I have a fear that refusing to think about stuff is just playing the old game of pretending everything is all right and it is a LIE. My childhood was spent in a family that valued looking right and superior on the outside and never addressing what was actually happening, and I don't want to repeat that.
I completely empathize with this. It is part of the balancing act of trauma healing, that I'm trying to figure out. We do need to spend time thinking/feeling/processing/understanding what happened to us and how it made us feel then, and how it makes us think and feel now. (Just the fact that you are uncertain about what to do with your focus is indicative of how well PTSD messes with the brain!)

Focusing on this stuff is miserable and scary and depressing and ...fill in the blank. Yet we also need to embrace and celebrate the times when all the trauma fallout lifts a bit and lets us focus on positive or enjoyable things. We don't always have to be in pain to be healing, and choosing (when we can) to enjoy something does not mean we are playing into the messed up stuff from our childhoods.

I have a twisted part of me that tells me if I'm not miserably processing trauma in one way or another ALL THE TIME, I must not be traumatized! If I'm enjoying myself, or I forget for a bit what happened, I must have made it all up! That maybe the lie I lived (everything is just great) was actually the truth. It's a crazy spiral I get into. Right now, I'm just trying to grab the moments that I can find some joy in and embrace the experience, while still knowing I will spend lots of time focusing on the hard stuff.
 
It;s kind of you to suggest I'm not useless, but right now I think that is a calmly rational assessment. I have no use or function and I'm not even decorative. That's not to say that I might not be useful again in the future, but I;m not now.

I have to say that if you can stop the racing negative thoughts just with music, I envy you. Mine don't shut up so easily.
It's not just having music on - I have to make a conscious effort to focus on it and on visualising the images it evokes. Since I dare not have sleeping pills around, I've had to find an alternative, and that's what works for me.

Faking it til you make it is not necessarily lying, since you are willing to address the underlying stuff that has caused you pain. Sweeping it all under the rug and pretending it doesn't exist is something alltogether different.
The trouble is that I'm still not sure I'll be able to address the issues in any safety. Suppose I spend the rest of my life just pushing the thoughts away?

I have a twisted part of me that tells me if I'm not miserably processing trauma in one way or another ALL THE TIME, I must not be traumatized! If I'm enjoying myself, or I forget for a bit what happened, I must have made it all up!
I think a bit of that plays into what I'm experiencing too. I keep wondering if in fact it is all in my head, or if I'm just making a fuss, and so any time when I'm feeling better supports that possibility.
 
Over the years (and having done psychology 1st degree at uni) I've come to think less and less of explanations as purveyed by modern psychology and to value more the simple explanations and the physical/neurological.

In law, e.g. PTSD is classed as a 'psychological injury'. That is, physically and emotionally abuse someone enough and they sustain a neurological (i.e. physical) injury. Research is now beginning to discover these physical brain changes in PTSD and similar injuries via as yet rudimentary fMRI scans etc.
For the most part though, our mainstream psychologists are still largely in the dark about the wondrous mechanisms of the brain and they seem to lump so much into a category which could be described as 'faulty thinking skills' which they think is the target treatment area to aim for.

We are also very familiar with e.g. training children and training dogs and dolphins and gorillas and even elephants. Train any dog/dolphin/elephant/gorilla to expect abuse and to hate themselves and we have no problem with the fact that they will experience all sorts of problems later in life. We don't ask them to think their way out of the injuries or give them 50mins of retraining a week. Instead, if the animals are lucky, they encounter love and kindness, patience and understanding - as well as the assurance that their practical needs are met - from rescue shelters and sanctuaries. Quite often, these animals respond well and enjoy a better quality of life apparently.

Yet, with children, why is it we ignore the abuse they suffer, why do we send them off to the equivalent of youth prisons and when they're grown treat them like ne'er-do-wells and criminals because they never had that love and kindness etc and are deeply injured....? Ditto, adults whom we insist should work on their 'depressive ideation' and see the abuse as not-so-bad after all...and that after perhaps many years of similar mind-games from abusers.

If you have a physical brain injury there's no amount of thinking that will make it better! Yes, we can decide to make ourselves more comfortable, to distract ourselves from the dreadful memories, to avoid situations that remind us of the past, and stop putting ourselves under pressure to 'perform-on-demand' etc. but personally I'm less and less convinced of the efficacy of relying on the drugs and 50mins of talking a week that is mostly what's on offer in the mainstream view of mental health. Where is the kindness, patience, understanding...? I've also read many histories of patients who attribute their progress and even recovery to one kindly and consistent therapist, the high quality of the relationship being the crucial determinant of therapeutic success, not the therapeutic techniques.

I'm a mammal too, I have PTSD because my stalker (and subsequent opportunist abusers) trained me 24/7 to be terrified out of my mind and under their control, mostly surreptitiously. That was the purpose of continual attacks, to terrify me, to keep me in a constant state of terror. I can't will my nightmares, nor the exaggerated startle reactions to stop, nor the fear of people that instantaneously arises in situations that trigger memories before I can intervene with conscious, rational thought, for example. (But let's face it, a lot of humans are in reality unkind, scary, even evil - especially when in authority!) I can however be kind to myself, not expect too much, protect myself as best I can from others' demands, whilst I do my best to inch towards some sort of recovery.

The Lie of which you speak, @stenni is, to my mind, exactly the problem. Appearance over reality, gloss over grit. Depressive realism indicates that those who are depressed actually see the world more clearly, that 'normal/healthy' people are deluding themselves!

The Lie is everywhere. Especially in therapies that try to rush you to 'think positive' etc. Putting it simply, nothing ever healed by brushing the pain aside and overlaying it with complex mental exercises or knock-out drops. Accepting the injury and pain and gently, kindly soothing them away over time in ways that are comforting and nurturing is more often efficacious, surely. I plump for 'honestly bad' every time but recognise that one has to appear in some circumstances to be 'dishonestly ok'. ("Humankind cannot bear too much reality." !)


[Thank you for reading this, I didn't mean for it to turn into a whole essay but I'd value others' thoughts as I continue to expand out of the box that is modern mainstream psychology - because, quite obviously, it's not working for some or maybe many people.]
 
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I've found myself in the same quandary.
It seems that when the negative feelings are new, strong, overwhelming and confusing I don't want to be rushed past them into practicing ways to change them or distract myself from them. I feel an honest need to sit with it, examine what it is. Because at that point it's a mystery.

I want to understand what is wrong with me. Part of that is being able to speak about how I feel in therapy, wade around in it for awhile. I find that over and over I resist going right in to learning a structured technique for coping. For me, I think it's about being heard.

As a child emotions were swept aside. "Don't feel that way." Now I want to know: What is this? Where did it come from? What does it mean? Maybe it's a part of understanding who I am as well.

I find that later in the process I can put into practice different techniques. Especially when I start to recognize negative thought processes that have become mere repetition of old "junk." And at that point I've reached some understanding of what that junk is and I'm ready to work on getting rid of it.

Some of my techniques I very much enjoy now. They are starting to be not so much coping techniques at times I feel bad, but ways to practice feeling good in my spare moments. I do things with colors as well. I think this is a wonderful thing you can do with the music, colors and symbols. I think this can grow to bring you much healing.

And @stenni: I find your user name decorative, so, yes you are decorative. :)
 
It was nice to find your posts, I would like to share my experience. I have been diagnosed with CPTSD and just started therapy. I haven's spoke about my inner feelings and trauma since it happened over 30 years ago, I am 45 today.

I felt absolute turmoil after the first two therapy sessions, the worst I have felt for years. I have cried endless tears, and had to be very quiet around family, and feel heightened bodilly tension in the hours and day following the session. I haven't been able to sleep the night after the sessions for longer than a couple of hours without waking suddenly.

After the first session I was exhausted and couldn't find solice in anything, I kept going over the traumas and going over and over other trivial things all night. I find this, rumurginating, happens after socializing with people, but not with this intensity. Finally, after not finding any interesting programs on BBC Radio 4 to stop the thoughts (usual remedy) I put on Bachs Cello concerto and to my suprise found myself seeing these shapes....I just let them emerge infront of my open eyes, slowly moving with the music, for a while my mind was completely empty of thoughts, I just let it happen, and watched it in the dark room. Soon after I found myself sobbing (not crying) and coming to a deep realization of why I had been crying and so emotionally disturbed all day. It was a release, true catharsis, in Alexander Lowen's terms.

Through the arduous hours that followed the sessions I understand I am reaching back to the child inside me and realizing in overwhelming sorrow a simple fact.... I am mourning the loss of myself, and after my second session, in the middle of crying, I sobbed briefly in the traffic, and it came to mind that I was mourning the person I could not become.

I wonder whether it is progress for me to be able to place a phrase....a sequence of words on what these old bodilly feelings are. I am a little bit concerned that talking therapy is not ideal for people like me who have never spoken about their private emotions and past before with ease. The therapist sets me in a spin, but It really takes a lot of painful time alone to distill what I am truly feeling in a few words after those meetings.

The "abstract" and the "actual" has always been a retreat for me, it is my comfort zone, I want to stay there.
Do PTSD sufferersI have to relive trauma to feel better? It is a like hitting my thumb with a hammer to get rid of my headache?

I think I would prefer them experimenting with placebo effect on me rather than throwing stones in my soul to see the tears splash. I mean after an hour with the thearapist I am alone again, frantically trying to mop up the mess we have created together.

Oops...I seem to have let Sindy Cynicsson through the door.....as the proverb says here in sweden, I will be patient aka... have a bit of Ice in my stomach.......owchchhh....

all the best....
 
I yelled at my therapist yesterday over this very same problem. I felt she was trying to push me to be happy and my dissociated 'parts' were very unhappy about this as they felt like they weren't allowed to be seen. They didn't feel validated. After being hidden away for thirty years and only just being allowed out, it felt as though she was saying go back again. So I think that's one reason I want to stay stuck. Another reason is that I am so dissociative that I don't really remember cognitively my trauma. I do know it happened but I swing between believing it and not believing it. I think I need my C-PTSD symptoms to be bad so that it helps me accept that it happened. That's what I've been thinking about why I want to stay stuck anyway.
 
In hindsight RE: OP thread title... would it factually be accurate that "you could/would be feeling better?" Or is that just a deflection/conjecture/guess?
 
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