I do appreciate the advice, but I do think my SMIL nailed it. I did overly simplify what it is she actually recommended, but the truth is, she just gets me.
The point I guess, is I could post this situation on a message board in exactly the way that I want it to sound so that people will tell me what I want to hear. Not saying this is conscious, but it is a noted tendency of mine. I do the same things in conversations with family so that they will justify my own self-defeating decisions. Do you know how many people I called to convince it was okay for me to quit my job before I did it?
She just looked at me, and knew this is what I was trying to do with her. And she knows I’m miserable, and she doesn’t want me to suffer. So she said, ''Look, do you want to live this way the rest of your life? So why do you do this to yourself? Why are you your own worst enemy?"
I DO have a habit of running away. I left school for 2 years because I couldn’t deal with the anxiety of going to class. Eventually I came back and finished up, but it wasn’t easy, the first semester I was miserable as hell, running on willpower alone. Ultimately I avoided nothing – arguably I experienced more suffering after avoiding graduating for so long.
I’ve come a long way in that I’ve taught myself to do things regardless of my fears – like in Mexico, when I traveled alone out into the country having no idea really where I was going, and was pretty much pushed in front of a blackboard and told, ‘‘teach our entire community English.’’ And it was anxiety provoking as hell, but I did it.
But somewhere along the lines I began believing that was all I was able to do–just accept that I would always be afraid, and learn to act anyway. I’ve learned to act in spite of terror, but I haven’t learned to cope effectively with the terror, to reduce it, to set it aside, to eliminate it.
So it just built up and built up and built up and finally exploded.
All I know is I talked to my boss, I am going back to work Monday and for the first time in days I’m smiling and laughing. I can’t go back and go through the motions again – I actually have to change something, or I will end up in the same situation all over again.
It’s easy to say ‘‘the job’’ is stressing me out, but the real stress is in my brain, the negative thoughts I feed myself, the way I cannot acknowledge the positive. I am a freakin’ expert at putting myself down – how can I sit here and blame the job when every second I’m thinking, ‘‘God, I’m so terrible at this. I shouldn’t have said that. This person isn’t going to get help because of me. I could have done better and I didn’t. I have failed.’’
Once I can eliminate myself as a culprit, then we’ll sit down and really see what the job is. But right now I can’t see the job for what it is… only for what it represents… the potential for my failure, another reason for me to beat myself up.
SMIL is absolutely right… I don’t need a therapist who is going to sit down and say the emotional equivalent of, ‘‘Wow, you’ve been through so much! It’s a miracle that you’re not a crack whore! I’m so proud of you!’’ It doesn’t matter how much I’ve accomplished ‘‘objectively,’’ what matters is that constant anxiety continuously diminishes the quality of my life, and I continue to act as if that fact is beyond my control. I am enabling myself.
What I most needed is a swift kick in the ass, that’s what I received, and that’s why I feel good about going back to work tomorrow. This is about vastly more than the job itself. This is about my entire life, and you all might think I’m a fucking lunatic, but I’m glad this happened, every last bit of it.