Thursday, August 21, 2014

Authenticity of Self (Contains bad language -minimal)


For the last couple of weeks the predominate theme in my life has been relationships. This theme has always been at the forefront of my life, however, these last couple of weeks it has placed itself at the top of the list of themes affecting my life. With approximately two and a half weeks until my 37th birthday, it seems as though I’m encountering a bit of a “mid-life” crisis or possibly a phase of life learning that I wish I had encountered years ago. As I talk to people, it’s frustrating hearing the textbook responses from people who are trying to offer support, but really don’t know much about me or take time to understand me or the particulars of my experience.

The first textbook response that comes to mind is the saying that you need to “love yourself first”. I’m not saying that I completely disagree with that statement, but I find that when others provide this type of advice, it comes across as judgmental and a bit hypocritical. I say this because people assume that just because I have depression that I do not love myself. Another example would be my desire for a romantic relationship and the fact that I actually search for love means that I do not love myself. In romantic relationships, and any interpersonal relationship, there is then the dynamic of what type of treatment a person is willing to tolerate and depending on the degree of negativity tolerated, an individual is considered to be lacking in self-love because they (according to outside eyes) accept it as opposed to walking away. That’s not always the case. There may be other factors at play. Additionally, the way in which an individual conducts himself or herself isn’t always an indication that they do not love themselves. In my opinion, the lack of self-love is most apparent in the individual who is already harming himself or herself (psychologically or physically) and therefore the acceptance of negative or harmful treatment is more acceptable. That’s just one dimension (and an evolving theory for me that may require further thought and discussion).  When I was younger, I engaged in self-harming behaviors (read my previous blog posts), but I wasn’t completely self-loathing. As I got older and developed my self-identity, I became more confident in my skills and abilities. Others may disagree with me, but if I was lacking in self-love, I might have experienced more doubt about what I could accomplish and achieve in life. I set goals at a young age and I have managed to accomplish most of them. Where I’ve struggled is with relationships. My struggle in the area of relationships is NOT a condition of lacking self-love. I’m happy being single, but having that connection with someone at a romantic level would be a bonus. When I worded it to someone that way (although I used the word “multiplied”), I was told that I didn’t love myself enough and that I shouldn’t need another person to multiply my love for myself. In this case, I feel I was misunderstood. How many people have seen couples profess their love for each other and say that their lover “completed” them? I don’t see much difference in my statement. It’s just how the other person interprets my idea without asking for clarification.

I’m not sure if I’ve covered everything I wanted to regarding the “love yourself” topic, however, the main idea I want to get across is don’t assume that an individual does not have self-love just because they might put themselves through something that you yourself would walk away from. In some cases, it’s not so much a condition of lack of love for oneself that is the problem, but rather a part of their personal story that has yet to reveal the lesson that needs to be learned so they can be successful in a particular area of life. The reason I say this is because despite my depression, I’ve managed to accomplish my education, a successful career, complete marathons, and a host of other things that contribute to the person I am. You may think that these things don’t correlate with self-love; however, it is my belief that people who love themselves take part in things that are indicative of self-care. For me, this means personal development and self-improvement for the purpose of growth and understanding. That doesn’t mean we won’t have to repeat a few negative experiences along the way until the final piece of the puzzle is discovered to allow you to excel in an area that you might have been struggling. For me, this area was relationships and until a couple of weeks ago, I had little idea I was missing a piece of the puzzle. I thought that I had manageable relationship (and communication) skills despite a string of failed friendships and relationships. There are times when I knew when it was time to walk away and there were other times when I fought to save the integrity of the relationship. The problem always came when I fought for the relationship. I’m aware that it’s possible to say too much and to not say enough. My problem in relationships is that I never learned the appropriate time for either. My experiences these past two weeks has also taught me that our history can have a damaging impact on our present/future. I knew this from my studies in Psychology, but it’s different when it becomes applied to your own life. When you spend most of your formative years and young adulthood subconsciously fighting a battle for someone else who couldn’t (or wouldn’t) fight for themselves, it becomes damaging. When you grow apart from your caretakers and perceive that the love they had to give was being withheld from you, it can leave you angry. You might leave that behind in your childhood, but the emotions are not forgotten as you get older and it plays out in all your relationships when it’s triggered by a rejection or other perceived relationship failure. As a child, for years you silenced yourself, but as an adult you exercise your power to speak out.

My power to speak out has gotten me in trouble, but it’s always been the person I am. I’ve always had a hard time with people who could remain silent or hold back details. Today I was told that I “need to keep my mouth shut”. That I “say too much”. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, but it’s the first time it resonated through me because I’m truly trying to use this current heartbreak as a growth opportunity. I’ve been trying to explain to those that I’ve reached out to that this heartbreak is not the same as others. I keep receiving the textbook responses to what I’m going through, but most don’t apply. As much as I want those who are trying to help to understand, I don’t have the energy to explain ME to someone who isn’t going to take the time to understand. I’ve experienced heartbreak before and I’ve moved on and my heart has healed, but this time is different. It’s a devastating crack to my heart (but it’s repairable) that has also cracked the core of my identity and who I thought I was to some degree. My confidence is a little bit shattered because although I’ve succeeded in so many ways, this whole experience feels like a failure. My attempts to move forward seem to be pushing me backwards because I’m doing things wrong and keep feeling punished for it. I think this is where someone would tell me that I need to love myself, but I call BULLSHIT on that. I DO love myself. I’ve just been challenged by conflicting information about certain behaviors I have that I thought were OK. That led to me wonder about the line between self-love and arrogant. I’m not saying I’m arrogant, but an arrogant person may appear to have self-love but in reality, be self-loathing. An arrogant person may be overflowing with self-love and just be an ass!

I’m struggling most right now because it’s a difficult road to change these apparent negative communication traits. I also admit that I sometimes have a hard time letting go, but that’s because I don’t believe in giving up on people just because they’ve given up on me. Some relationships are truly unhealthy, but it’s because  one or both people have unresolved issues. Sometimes those issues are apparent and other times, they lay dormant. It’s not our job to fix another person, however, I can say that the fact that a certain person didn’t completely give up on me is the reason I’m finding myself where I am today. There were times I was in denial, but it wasn’t until I witnessed how my actions affected another person, it pushed me to dig deeper to understand things. Even though it is imperative that I work through these issues on my own, they are RELATIONAL issues, not SOLO issues. If I’m not working on them with someone, they will be harder to resolve and are likely to resurface later on. A behavior is learned in a repetitive nature and must be unlearned in the same manner. It must also be reminded that it wasn’t learned in isolation.

My confidence has been shaken, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love myself. I’m not lying on the ground complaining about the fact that I have failed. I have dusted myself off and starting trying to do something about it. I keep messing up and it hurts because it’s thrown in my face. I know that it’s not being done to make me feel bad, but it still hurts. I begin to feel like a failure, but it pushes me to keep pushing to “change” and become a better version of who I was before the heartbreak. I may have done some bad things for all of the wrong reasons. I’m not using my past as an excuse, because as someone pointed out to me, it’s my choice. People will judge your behaviors and say that because you engaged in such and such behavior that you do not love yourself, but sometimes it’s a symptom of a larger problem. Free will may dictate your actions; however, sometimes frame of mind controls the impulse to act. It is in the moment when we are confronted with the deeper issues that it changes everything. It breaks you. Once that happens you begin the process of putting yourself back together.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Excuses

I attend therapy on a weekly basis and this week (similar to last week) I went in and was overwhelmed with tears. After explaining to my therapist that it was another bad weekend, that essentially, extended into my Monday, she seemed to understand that my emotional cup runneth over. I had explained to her that I told my mother that I had  no more fight left in me. This is true. I'm tired. I feel defeated. I feel lonely. Although I hear the faint voices of a few friends who seem to be embracing me from afar, I still feel like I've walked into solitary confinement and been left to die with my own thoughts. 

The conversation turned to my lack of friendships and a social life. As we began this conversation, I talked about one friend in particular who had been reaching out and the excuses I had for not getting together. I had promised to go to an event with her approximately two months after my surgery. I had an abdominal myomectomy for fibroids and I had endometriosis as well. In any case, my first menstrual cycle after my surgery caused me to have to stay home from work. My second cycle fell on the weekend of the event. Where I erred, was not telling my friend until the last minute. I knew I was wrong and I felt bad about it. My friend was actually reaching out to hang out on a separate night from the event, and I hit her with the fact I wasn't  going to attend this event with her. I could literally hear the heartbreak in her response to me, even though we were texting. Although that was an excuse, it was also a valid reason. It wasn't until my March menstrual cycle that things began to normalize for me. In any case, the other excuse I gave my friend is that I just wasn't feeling like going out because I had gained weight and I didn't have any clothing that fit anymore. This is an excuse has kept me at home more nights than I can keep track of. The truth is that it isn't COMPLETELY about clothing or weight gain. Some of it is about confidence. I'm not on the top of anyone's list of people to spend time with these days. I  know that's because I turn people down a lot. In my depressed state I don't see myself as good company. I don't see myself having a good time when going out. I just see myself as existing instead of living. Existing isn't enough. 

Here are the symptoms of depression: 

According to the National Institute of Mental Health, symptoms of depression may include the following:
  • Difficulty concentrating, remembering details, and making decisions
  • Fatigue and decreased energy
  • Feelings of guilt, worthlessness, and/or helplessness
  • Feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism
  • Insomnia, early-morning wakefulness, or excessive sleeping
  • Irritability, restlessness
  • Loss of interest in activities or hobbies once pleasurable, including sex
  • Overeating or appetite loss
  • Persistent aches or pains, headaches, cramps, or digestive problems that do not ease even with treatment
  • Persistent sad, anxious, or "empty" feelings
  • Thoughts of suicide, suicide attempts

I experience almost all of these on a daily basis. Lately, I've found myself crying more than usual and more hopeless than usual. I can have everyone in the world tell me they care, but I often don't feel it. I appreciate those people who reach out and let me know. It does make me feel better for the moment, but my depression is stronger. That last symptom has has been gnawing at my brain for the last two weeks. Like a cancerous tumor, it's been eating away at me. My feelings of guilt, worthlessness, helplessness, hopelessness, pessimism, sad, anxious, and empty feelings are so strong lately that they've got me convinced that dying would be better than living unhappy. I've imagined myself lying lifeless in my home and because I don't have many local friends who stop by or who text me on the weekends, I'd go unnoticed until I failed to show up for work on Monday morning. 

It's true I make excuses. I rely on those excuses because I don't want people to see me when I'm in such a miserable and unhappy state. I've been trying numerous things to change my circumstances. Thankfully my therapist recognizes that. I've had a so many people in my life who cannot understand how this illness affects me. It's too much for most people to handle. I've gotten into arguments with people I've trusted and relied on as forever friends. But no friend is forever I suppose. I don't doubt that people won't ever disappoint you, but I've had few people truly stand by me in my darkest hour which is why I feel so alone now. 

My therapist kind of made me feel bad about making the excuses I make. I don't like being alone, but I don't trust anyone, so excuses are a sort of a shield, I guess. Maybe that's just another excuse. I don't know. I suppose I'll never stop making excuses as long as I'm feeling depressed. 

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Road blocks and Green lights.........

My last post on this blog was nearly a year ago. A lot has happened in that time, but not a lot has changed. I finished last year by walking the Halloween Freaky 4 Miler race because I hadn't been running enough to honor my registration of the half marathon. I purchased a house. Although a great accomplishment, I do miss my old apartment. I ended 2013 with what now seems like will be a routine surgery every 6 - 7 years. :(

My list of friends has dwindled drastically. People whom I trusted who knew how others had treated me in the past, made it clear that they were my 'real' friends. I suppose that when someone has to blurt it out, it often means that it's probably not true. In any case, my social life has dwindled as well. Some of that is by choice. 

My life now consists of going to work during the week and doing nothing on the weekends. My workweek comprises of the majority of my social life. It's a vast improvement from the past (if you've read my previous blog posts) in that I haven't missed by two days of work since the year started. One day was just a few weeks after surgery and I hadn't expected a certain side effect. Another day was really stupid so it won't be mentioned here. In any case, my weekends are not as structured as my weekdays (nor are my days off), and as such, depression has a way of raping me of my ability to be a functioning individual. I know that "rape" is a strong word, but after my emotional breakdown on Monday April 21, I realized that depression has a way of traumatizing a person. It's like a downward slope going into the weekend for me. I started my Friday off by doing my short run for the marathon training program I started to get me trained for the NY marathon. Saturday morning I started my day by getting up and going food shopping, but wasn't feeling well. When I came home, I climbed into bed and it went down hill from there. Sunday was even worse, although I had lofty aspirations to get in another run as specified on my training plan. I also had aspirations of cleaning my home and doing laundry. None of that got done. Instead I slept most of the day and my energy was just non-existent. By Monday morning, I was anxious and stressed out because I had accomplished nothing. To make matters worse, I had broken my new cell phone I had just gotten after switching cell phone carriers to save money and when I got home after work, I had found that my dog had done her business on my area rug. I had spent most of my day crying.

Now I can imagine many people reading this and not seeing the problem. Possibly thinking I'm lazy. When you understand what depression can do to a person, you'll understand that it can deplete you of your will to do anything. I definitely have good days, but most days are bad. I don't ask people for help because I've been raised to do things by myself. Sometimes that poses a bigger problem for me. Being single with no family, trying to do everything on my own can become an overwhelming task with depression. 

Most days I don't want to go out and I've begun to wonder how close I am to having social anxiety. Weight gain, not having clothing that fits, not having enough disposable income to replenish my wardrobe with larger clothing, and often not having the energy to get out and exercise as much as I used to in the past seem to hold me back. I don't let it hold me back completely, though. I push forward every day and when you see me post a run on twitter, or when I do return to Facebook, see most post something about my accomplishments, I may be having a good moment, or a good day. Regardless of how bad it gets, I try to keep moving forward.