The pain is real (chronic back pain and assumed endometriosis and whatever else but I chickened out of the little surgery so have been wading through other options). But sort of like an eating disorder or addiction, it has simplified my life down to basic survival on lots of days. I don't have to feel a lot of feelings/emotions. I don't have to think about what it would mean to "thrive" better or feel connected to others. I just have to get by. It becomes safe sort of, especially when the emotional part and relationships don't feel safe. Some of the pain is probably related to protective responses, but my whole body responds to that...I don't worry about the future, don't feel sad or anything really...I just feel like I'm in a bubble of preserving physical safety.
I'd like to move beyond this...at least part of me would. I saw a doctor on short notice today for some of the pain that has intensified. But I also have this "F+ck you" response to the world connected to the pain which is allowing me to just isolate and try to get by through the weekend. Just feeling like pain replaced the other stuff, and my body-mind will never let me be whole. I'm trying to take care of the pieces though, I suppose.
I don't know how to get out of "survival mode" because I've been in it forever, in some form. I think I'm getting out of it and realize I'm falling back in, just in a different way. Now it's physically diagnosable stuff, so partly my body is just screwed up. It's all haywire.
I'm not really looking for an answer here. I hope it helps that I'm gaining some awareness but I do sometimes feel like I'm stuck and can't be fixed...and wonder if I'd feel less frustrated if I stopped trying to be better than I am. I feel like I was supposed to be better through therapy by now and I might have issues with insurance coming up. The simultaneously sick and protective part of myself can subdue everything I've left unraveled through simply physically hurting. It locks in the energy...I know this much. I imagine it as all the pain meshed in with dissociated and also true parts of myself or things I can't/won't verbalize, so I can always keep part of myself guarded, unviolated, unseen, unheard, just silently having a fit and nobody can change it or mess with it or take it away from me. I can function well, be patient and friendly and seemingly engaged in what I am doing...but feel this sort of secret and seething pain as if in a slightly separate compartment, like it contains all the bad stuff for me. It feels very stupid to admit that I hate pain but that it also is a sort of friend or helper. But I think that's true. It comes from this place where nobody can protect me but myself...however maladaptive, I feel connected to that. It's isolative but also feels like there is a "self" there, even if disjointed a bit.
I'd like to move beyond this...at least part of me would. I saw a doctor on short notice today for some of the pain that has intensified. But I also have this "F+ck you" response to the world connected to the pain which is allowing me to just isolate and try to get by through the weekend. Just feeling like pain replaced the other stuff, and my body-mind will never let me be whole. I'm trying to take care of the pieces though, I suppose.
I don't know how to get out of "survival mode" because I've been in it forever, in some form. I think I'm getting out of it and realize I'm falling back in, just in a different way. Now it's physically diagnosable stuff, so partly my body is just screwed up. It's all haywire.
I'm not really looking for an answer here. I hope it helps that I'm gaining some awareness but I do sometimes feel like I'm stuck and can't be fixed...and wonder if I'd feel less frustrated if I stopped trying to be better than I am. I feel like I was supposed to be better through therapy by now and I might have issues with insurance coming up. The simultaneously sick and protective part of myself can subdue everything I've left unraveled through simply physically hurting. It locks in the energy...I know this much. I imagine it as all the pain meshed in with dissociated and also true parts of myself or things I can't/won't verbalize, so I can always keep part of myself guarded, unviolated, unseen, unheard, just silently having a fit and nobody can change it or mess with it or take it away from me. I can function well, be patient and friendly and seemingly engaged in what I am doing...but feel this sort of secret and seething pain as if in a slightly separate compartment, like it contains all the bad stuff for me. It feels very stupid to admit that I hate pain but that it also is a sort of friend or helper. But I think that's true. It comes from this place where nobody can protect me but myself...however maladaptive, I feel connected to that. It's isolative but also feels like there is a "self" there, even if disjointed a bit.
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