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How am i supposed to care for myself when i hate myself?

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Quakegirl

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I'm new here, and I'm sorry for posting such dark things first off, but I don't even know how to describe the hell I am feeling. It's like being out in the middle of the ocean, struggling to keep my head above water, getting sucked under very so often, and spending the rest of the hours of the day just trying to keep myself alive and functional.

I quit drinking a month ago & am also trying to quit dissociating, but being in the world is hell, and I can't stand this overwhelmed, half functioning, pathetic human being I have become.

My (two) Ts tell me to be kind to myself and care for myself, but mostly I just want to destroy myself and all of the thoughts and sensations, memories and feelings I am having.

I have big work and life responsibilities, a family (husband, kids) and friends that I am avoiding like the plague because I can't stand to be near people or interact for any length of time.

I intellectually know that continuing to despise myself for the pain I am in is really not helping me, but I can't 'make' myself care or show any kindness towards myself.

I am really scared that if I keep this up, I will go too far & just exterminate myself....
 
I started to learn how to care for myself by remembering how I loved and cared for my children. When I caught myself calling myself something like this
pathetic human being I have become.
I would try to imagine calling my children that. And I couldn't. The thought of that made my skin crawl.

And that is how I started to learn how I should be talking to.about myself.

I hope this forum helps to bring you a sense of self acceptance.
 
Way to go on giving up the alcohol!! I found it to be one of the many substances that weighed me down from the inside out. Although I was convinced it was my "nerve tonic" (just like cigs, weed, caffeine, food, etc.) enabling me to be social and such, not realizing how incredibly unhealthy it was in the long run.

I was raised to look down upon myself, never question authority, and never had a good role model to demonstrate what healthy self love and relationships looked like. I, too, wished to end my existence and my deep ongoing suffering more often than not. I became almost fully bed ridden at the age of 43, prior to making drastic lifestyle changes that helped turn things around.

I don't remember an exact moment each thing changed (other than a trip to the ER a little over two years ago almost requiring surgery that prompted many of my new trains of thought), but I do remember reaching a point of having everything recognizable as a functioning point for me come crashing down, some subtly, some abruptly, forcing me to do a total script flip from what I thought I HAD to do to please familial and societal obligations.

Prior to having it all crash down around me, I had stayed way too busy in my roles as f/t (and then some) employee in the mental health arena, f/t step-mom to two teens, f/t advocate for doing the right thing as I was holding my place of employment accountable for unethical happenings towards clients and staff, p/t college student attempting to get a degree to be viewed as worthy enough in the workplace, and trying to be the good wife, sister, aunt, daughter, etc. in taking care of everyone else but self to even notice how badly things were falling apart. Receiving piss poor "health care" (both physical and mental) at the time which only served to complicate things, not help, other than to make note of who I clearly did not want to seek out for help ever again.

Learning to rephrase my self-talk, learning how to breathe deeply on purpose, and learning more about mindful consumption and movement were the most helpful of all. As already mentioned above, if I wouldn't say something I was saying to myself to a loved one, why the hell was I allowing myself to keep saying it to myself? Our cells are listening and they don't forget a damn thing. Learning more about what my body actually recognizes and healthily processes was a game changer, too. Learning of the ongoing energetic connections to my daily choices, including my thoughts, provided much insight as well.

Pema Chodron was suggested above and is a great source for me, too. She helped me big time. Especially the audio book versions I could listen to while driving or doing other tasks. She also has videos on you tube. She helped me realize in a very kind, often gently humorous, and very sensible manner just how harmful our thoughts can be. Teal Swan is another I enjoy listening to, and Mooji, and David Ji, just to name a few who stick out in my mind as those who left a lasting positive impact on my heart.

The bottom line ended up being that I had to learn how to be the love I never received from others if I ever wished to receive it. That involved a whole lot of unlearning, totally changing my environment, being open to receiving help from places other than where I'd been programmed to seek, and being okay with feeling vulnerable (again, mentioned above with Brene Brown - another effective speaker that greatly helped me).

Even a loving, kind, supportive, and caring husband couldn't supply all of the love I'd been denied, nor should he be expected to. We often mistakenly feel the love of one can easily replace the lost love of others, but not so much when it comes to self love, and rarely can we fully rely on anything external but for so long. We have to dig deep within to find our own best methods of building up our foundations to support or deflect what comes our way.

Many of us never even had a chance for a solid foundation based on the big ass uneven bricks being thrown at us by those meant to help lay our foundations in the first place. There's nothing easy or instant about any of it that I've experienced. Wishing you much strength, support, and forward gentle momentum in finding your best healing grooves that help foster and maintain a healthy inner self-love space.
 
Thank you so much for the really thoughtful responses. They were awesome reminders...I love Pema Chodron (and also Tara Brach) I try to think about how I would never allow anyone to talk to my children the way I talk to myself...but I just find it impossible to even connect with anything good when I fall into a black hole. And it just makes me feel so much more undeserving of relief or kindness. It's almost like this massive load of self-punishment comes down on me, and nothing else can get in.

The more I think about caring for myself, the more I feel shame, anger at myself and massive self hatred. Even writing this makes me anxious. How do you claw your way back when you're so far gone?

Maybe it's so anxiety provoking to take care of myself because it wakes up this enormous sense of longing and grief and anger and God knows what else about not ever really having been taken care of before. I am hugely resistant to doing it for myself, which is ridiculous: like you said, Tornadic thoughts, nobody else can do it for us. That boat already sailed.

My psychodynamic T tells me I have to do the dialectic thing and say 'I am feeling this way...but I am going to care for myself, anyway'..but it feels like this huge leap from where I am. The best I can do right now is 'I feel like killing myself but I am going to stay alive, anyway', but after 4 months of being spun out by every trigger I come across, it's getting really exhausting. I just haven't been this way for 15 years, when I last did T and started to challenge ideas about my childhood and how I was treated.


I've got myself stuck in this impossible place: I know I should make a list of the things I should do every day to just keep my head on straight and just do them. But again, I just get so angry at the thought of it :(
 
As you emerse into the board:) you will find that many of us with PTSD have sucicide ideation from time to time. Some of us use it as a flag to further self compassion, self care, and self regulation. For many of us, it is not the lack of the symptoms from PTSD that spur our self evaluation but our quality of life that we forge despite the fog. Trust in your progress as healing is not a race but an journey that becomes victorious in increments as well as time. :hug:S if you accept.
 
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I can't emphasise enough the effectiveness of slowing down and taking very very small steps when it comes to change.

If you make the steps small enough you won't feel resistance. Eg even when depressed I can mostly manage to motivate myself to wash a fork.

Also when you take tiny steps then there's more opportunity to process any grief that comes up little by little rather than drown in a huge wave of it.

Ooh one other thing I find helpful ~ compare the self hating voice to the daily mail or fox news or something, laughing at the self hatred has been very therapeutic for me :D

Best x
 
Even writing this makes me anxious. How do you claw your way back when you're so far gone?

Slowly.

I've got myself stuck in this impossible place: I know I should make a list of the things I should do every day to just keep my head on straight and just do them. But again, I just get so angry at the thought of it :(

I'd disagree with the idea of "should". Sounds like a wicked bad idea to me, personally. Like trying to run a marathon after being winded just walking up the stairs. Just because that's where you want to be doesn't mean the smartest way to get there is to skip all training & preparation. Or dive right in with running a mile (and end up injuring yourself, and not even being able to walk).

How about 1 thing a day? Or 1 thing a week? Work on just 1 thing until it's no longer difficult, then add a second thing.

Whether it takes you a week or a month or whatever period of time to do 1 thing (or walk half a mile, or even just to walk to the end of the driveway & back) doesn't really matter. Because you've just gone from never doing it, to doing it sometimes. Once you've got it to most of the time or all the time? Add the next thing. And the next.

Work on starting, instead beating yourself up for not already being finished so why bother starting. Starting to begin with. Finishing later.
 
Also wanted to welcome you here.

I relate so much to what you said here - I too feel an overwhelming amount of self-hatred. Some of the places where I have started are at least acknowledging that other people do not feel this way towards me. I can accept (albeit think they are nuts) that other people do love me - do I feel deserving or worthy of that love, no - but I can see and accept that is how they feel. That is a first step.

Another step is acknowledging that what I feel is not (at lease very unlikely) logical. Am I ready to start actually changing my beliefs or feelings - no, but I can at least see that they are likely no logic. It's part of the pain of my PTSD - the Grand Canyon between my feelings and logic - they just do not communicate.
 
Thank you so much - yes, speed is probably not of the essence here (but very much in my nature). Slowing down is actually part of my challenge: I don't make a lot of space or compromise for what is going on, and when I have to make space for it because I can't function 100 percent in the real world as well as the hell world of my mind and body, I hate myself for that, too.

And yes, I def know it's not logical - this morning I looked down at my chipped nail polish and started to hate myself for that, too.
Nail polish!! If I got them done I'd be hating myself for wasting money and being self indulgent.

I don't really have a huge amount of trust in the process and am not sure if I am even doing the right thing by allowing all those thoughts and feelings to even surface. So it's reassuring to hear that others have come out t the other side and seen some benefit. I had a very bad therapy experience a number of years ago that left me in pieces (the therapy was more about the T & her needs than me and mine). I had to leave even though we were only part way through the work and I was a wreck. I basically decided that everything that came up then (which is all resurfacing now) was a confabulation, made up for Ts gratification, along with everything else she was using me for.

I couldnt trust another T, so I buried it all and got on wth life til another trauma knocked me down and I just couldn't get over it.!

Now I'm in a good T relationship to deal with that trauma, and it's all coming back. Including feeling really threatened by my (good) T and having these thoughts of him abusing me...which make me hate myself beyond hatred, because even though I know it's not about him, I am still having these thoughts and feelings. The reason I wrote in the dissociation section is that when I am triggered it's like I can't even get access to the other side of me that is a bit kinder to myself, more trusting of others, able to connect etc - and it goes on for days/weeks.

I desperately want to be back in the place where I see T as he really is, and I imagine comfort from him rather than abuse. But I can't seem to get there and stay there consistently. And all I can think is 'If I'm making this up about him, maybe all the childhood stuff is made up, too - and what sort of person does that?'. At least with former T her actions were so overt and egregious (and finally, owned by her) that there was no confusion about whether it happened or not.

Sorry so long :(
 
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