So this topic is still going on... Still need to move... Still worried about ending up homeless.
I've been putting in a lot of work the last couple of weeks (out of desparation) but it's making me more desparate...
I'm getting more dysregulated, more in crisis, feeling like everything has to be fixed "now" and since it can't, that everything is doomed - I'm doomed, those I care about are doomed, the whole world is doomed.
Depression symptoms are going through the roof and I'm becoming increasingly suicidal.
I need to work out how to slow things down, how to cancel some appointments and how to reregulate.
The problem that's currently most difficult for my brain: I've got two offers for a shared-housing place, both of them are better than I expected, but both are not what I need/ am looking for.
I feel like I HAVE to accept them anyway (well, one of them, and I don't know which one) because it's "the best offers I've got" and if I reject both of them, then I'll have "nothing" and then the universe/ fate will punish me by not sending anymore good/ better offers my way to make me regret rejecting the two offers that don't actually meet my needs.
Growing up with trauma, "accepting options that didn't fulfill my needs" was basicall my go-to method of survival. Waiting for an option that actually met my needs would have equalled death. So it's a really ingrained pattern.
When I was in my 30s, I developed a kind of counter-thought to that... That finding what you need is like finding the right pair of shoes when you go shopping. And if you reject the first 10 or 20 pairs you try on, then it doesn't mean you'll not have other shoes to try on... and that rejecting the ones that are "wrong" acutally increases the likelihood of finding a pair that fits really well. And that the pair that fits you may be a pair that doesn't fit others well, and that's fine because all you need is to find the one pair that fits you.
I don't know if I can get my mind to try and focus on that a bit? It feels like the difference is when I go into town, there's say 10 shoe shops with hundreds of shoes in each, so the choices are almost infinite. The housing market on the other hand feels awful and it feels impossible to find the right thing... Feels like I have to compromise way beyond what feels "okay". Feels like I have to take the least-shit-option so that I don't end up homeless.
I currently need to work out whether to say "no" to the first shared-housing place I got offered. I should really do that today, if I can. The whole thing feels so doomed. I felt so lucky to have found this "almost good" place but it's only almost good. My depression is making it impossible to think clearly/ logically, with a reasonable amount of optimism and my dysregulation is making everything feel impossible.
I feel like I should just send a polite message cancelling this offer and then deal with the fallout later. I can't fully make sense of things right now or work out how to get things to be okay but I know that this first offer isn't going to be workable for me.
This reminds me of when I first started working freelance... It was such a nerve-wracking time and I felt like I'd never be able to be successful in this job. I remember getting first contracts and some of them were not paid well enough. As a newbie, you're tempted to accept those contracts, because any money is better than no money. But there are basically "minimum" prices for the industry, below which, no one can make a living wage. And if you encourage customers who are asking for such dumping prices, then you're not only screwing yourself but also others in the industry. So you have to learn to say "no" to those offered contracts that are just asking for indecent pricing. But the first times you say no, it feels really scary too, because it feels like you might jinx yourself and then you'll get no more offers at all.
So this feels kind of similar...
One aspect that is really bugging me is this - the first shared housing place I got offered... One of the main reasons that it's not a good option is that I've been looking for rental options on farms, where I can bring my pets. This place (which is really nice in basically all other respects) is a farm house on directly on a very busy, very fast highway where their animals keep getting run over. So, basically I could bring my pets but chances are they'd be run over and killed within the first two months. This just doesn't make any sense to my brain. Why would I bring my pets if I know they're going to get killed in the near future. I went to the farm yesterday to have another look at it because I was really concerned about it and when I got there, they told me another of their cats had been runover that very day.
I didn't say anything but I drove home really upset because I could feel that I would have to tell them I'm not going to move in, which is such a shame because everything else about the farm/ the housing/ the people that live there is pretty much really good.
By the time I got home I was so dysregulated that I've been a total mess since yesterday and feeling like I'm too sick to find a rental place at all and I'm too symptomatic to be able to live in shared housing anyway and blahblahblah... It's turned it into a huge mess in my head and now it feels like it's a giant clusterf*ck and like my brain is using the busy road that keeps getting their animals killed as an "excuse" to reject an otherwise good offer.
Ugh... it all feels so shitty and miserable and doomed and back to front... It feels crap to be writing a message to them sayin that I'm cancelling *while* I'm dysregulated. I feel like I should re-regulate, so I can make this decision calmly and feel sure that I'm making the probably-right-choice.