And I feel that in myself too, how I constantly belittle myself for having these feelings, like if I just hate myself enough then I'll snap out of it and get on with my life.
I have the same thing. But I realized that it's of a different origin, actually. ...In short, I've realized that I'm bound and determined to make myself miserable...because that's what I'm used to. I'm addicted to shame, misery, etc.
So much so, in fact...that I'll take over my abuser's role, if there aren't any around to make me feel that way.
I'm addicted to shame. And I'll manufacture my own "shame fix"...to keep me in the same state that I grew up in, and so, feel as though is "normal".
This was a blockbuster revelation to me...akin to the "first step" of the 12 steps of recovery....as in "until I admit I have a problem...I can't do anything about it". And my problem?...I'm addicted to shame.
Put things in perspective for me. Helped me get on the road to viewing that impulse as "the enemy"...all the better to label as such...and kick its ass as soon as it shows up again...instead of entertaining it.
One of the big things that bothers me is that I'm getting lonely, but am in no shape to try and be in a relationship with anyone.
Bingo. There's a saying..."Better to be alone than with the wrong people". And right now...it's a matter of the old Groucho Marx line..."I wouldn't join any club that would have me as a member." Yes, I'm lonely . But it's better than the alternative. Sometimes I have to just explain to myself...this isn't an ideal world...be grateful for what you have to be grateful for, for crying out loud...so at least you don't ruin what you have.
And explain it over, and over, and over...etc.
And that's part of my "disorder", I've had to come to realize...I left of maturing, emotionally, at the onset of my early life trauma...which means I still tend to see things in the all or nothing, black or white terms of the child. IE...Am I unhappy?...That's terrible, and unacceptable...NOW I'm going to be unhappy...about the fact that I have to be unhappy"
It helps to laugh at myself. When I have these moments...I'll often just say "Waaaaahhh!" like a child. To myself, of course. Kind of ridiculing the whole drama I'm lending to the situation. And have a short laugh at myself. That puts it in perspective. There are people in the world who go to bed hungry every night...have every night of their lives...and live in fear of persecution unto death. ...But I'm lonely!!!!! Puts it in perspective.
Sort of have a chuckle at my own expense...it lightens the mood...and I can go on, from that, with a renewed vigor...as though I've "dropped a rock" that I've been lugging around with me.
Thanks for your post.