hinking a lot on this the last few days. Thank you all for your thoughtful and kind responses; they have helped more than you know. Here's quite a few thoughts.
Surely, If we are consistently told by MH professionals taht we aren't as bad as we think, then the likelihood is that we aren't as bad as we think? It makes so much more sense that way.
This is what I struggle with. One day I believe them, the other day I believe me. I'm just not sure sometimes. Right now, I'm feeling really confused about this point.
People can develop destructive, damaging coping methods that allow them to look very "functional" from the outside. Everyone around you will insist that you should keep doing what you are doing because you are really fine. You just think you aren't.
Constant battle. I'm functional but I'm also sticking my head in the oven and cutting up my wrist. But then I show up to work the next day and say intelligent things, so I must be fine, right? Plus, there is a sort of glamour in my field of being able to "do it all" and suffer for your work. In a lot of ways, the more I struggle and the more I push myself as a coverup, the more people respect me.
Personally I could walk (likely 'walk') in to the ER with an axe in my head and minimize it.
Happened to me once, but it was with a different medical situation. Laying on a gurney, unable to stand, but arguing with the ER doctors about how I was perfectly fine ... I know I minimize, so I'm always trying to catch myself before I minimize too much.
If you're thinking about ending your life, you're not okay. Period. Get help asap.
I need to hear this; thank you. I've returned to your post to read this several times over the last few days.
when I'm with people I'm usually the "funny" one.
Me too. Me too. I have so much trouble squaring how I feel and how I act.
More specifically, there is an obvious correlation between workaholism and CSA in my family...the structure of over-working is helpful and there is an increased desperation to feel worthwhile. So working is not a problem. Everything else is.
This is exactly how I feel. Exactly.
I keep moving and I keep doing things because I was taught to from very early childhood. It doesn't matter how bad you feel keep working or die. Keep working or die. Keep working or die.
This is my (faulty) mantra. I seem to believe that it is a life or death scenario. Plus, I've built my entire identity around work, so when it disappears I literally have nothing anymore.