During a recent period of intense anxiety, which lasted a weekend, I left my family and went for a walk alone. I was struggling with feelings of terror and sadness and felt close to breaking down. I thought a walk and fresh air might help me calm down.
During the walk I repeatedly broke down and wept, and the negative feelings seemed to get worse. At some point I cried out 'what is wrong with me, I am a grown man'. My minds response was 'but I don't feel like a grown man, I feel like a child'. As I tried to explore these emotions I realised this was true, that inside I still felt like the small boy who experienced frightening and traumatising experiences throughout his entire childhood. It seemed to me that one of the sources of my anxiety was trying to cope with adult life and responsibilities (such as being a parent, holding down a job, paying the mortgage..) when I didn't feel like an adult at all, so it all feels very frightening. I sometimes feel as though I am still a child inside, frozen in time. I also feel like I am losing my marbles..
I also noticed a consistent feeling from when I was a child of not being 'comforted' and a desire to be comforted now, as if I was still that child. A need to be held, hugged and told it would be ok, is still with me it seems. Thinking about it and writing this triggers tears and a sense of loss and yearning for comfort in me. It is strange and upsetting.
I wonder if anyone else has feelings like this, or any thoughts about it. Is there something to it? Is it something that might be useful to explore in therapy. I'd be grateful for any thoughts or comments.
Mit
During the walk I repeatedly broke down and wept, and the negative feelings seemed to get worse. At some point I cried out 'what is wrong with me, I am a grown man'. My minds response was 'but I don't feel like a grown man, I feel like a child'. As I tried to explore these emotions I realised this was true, that inside I still felt like the small boy who experienced frightening and traumatising experiences throughout his entire childhood. It seemed to me that one of the sources of my anxiety was trying to cope with adult life and responsibilities (such as being a parent, holding down a job, paying the mortgage..) when I didn't feel like an adult at all, so it all feels very frightening. I sometimes feel as though I am still a child inside, frozen in time. I also feel like I am losing my marbles..
I also noticed a consistent feeling from when I was a child of not being 'comforted' and a desire to be comforted now, as if I was still that child. A need to be held, hugged and told it would be ok, is still with me it seems. Thinking about it and writing this triggers tears and a sense of loss and yearning for comfort in me. It is strange and upsetting.
I wonder if anyone else has feelings like this, or any thoughts about it. Is there something to it? Is it something that might be useful to explore in therapy. I'd be grateful for any thoughts or comments.
Mit