Showing posts with label self talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self talk. Show all posts

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Enough?(!)

Enough. A word that I hear in my head entirely too often. Everyday, I feel like this is the one thing that comes up in conversation and self-talk most frequently. It's such a loaded word, and for me, it's always used negatively.

Enough to me has always symbolized a baseline. It means I have made it to an adequate level, but there's still more to strive for. There is always something better that I need to try and get to.

My Eating Disorder voice loves this word. ED latches onto it and uses it to make my self-talk that much more negative. On my really bad days, I have a constant cycle of You aren't thin enough or You aren't strong enough to handle recovery, and the most popular one: You will never be enough.

I have always felt a huge sense of inadequacy. Even as a child, I remember feeling that, even though I was a fairly good kid, I was never enough for anyone else in my life. That idea was perpetuated more and more as I got into middle and high school as I fell into the unknown middle of social circles and classroom standards. Then, as I began entering romantic relationships, it came to have a whole new meaning: I will never be good enough for someone else to love me. When that idea was reinforced by my father, it got even worse.

I constantly feel like I am falling below that baseline. One of the biggest reasons is because I set that bar so much higher for myself than I do for other people. I have to hold myself to a higher standard, because I can only control myself, not others. ED doesn't help that bar fall any lower, as it is constantly pushing it higher and higher until that baseline isn't even obtainable anymore. Then, I am stuck in this realm of imperfect purgatory, doomed to stay there until I find something to validate me. Another is my intense skewed self-perception. I don't see myself the way others do, in terms of: body image, intelligence, shape, personality, talent, and more. I have never been able to see what others do, even with their validation and my own lack of evidence. To me, I am not enough; a core belief I have held onto so strongly that I have sacrificed relationships because of it. But when is enough enough?

In this journey of recovery, I have learned that I have to have self-compassion and use the opposite of the phrases my ED voice has been telling me for years: I am enough. I am good enough that others love me. I am managing things one day at a time, and that is enough for now. We all know that that's easier said than done.  I can tell myself these phrases over and over, but saying them doesn't make me believe them. My most difficult task is deciding when I have had enough of the behaviors and thought processes I have been surviving on. Not allowing myself to have enough food. Not ever being thin enough. Isolating because others won't think I'm worth enough, and in turn, believing that I am not. I have been punishing myself for 10 years for my "inadequacies," and I realize that I have had nothing but self-sabotage and self-hatred most of my life. That's when I know:

Enough is enough.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Breakdowns lead to Breakthroughs

This week, I anticipate some struggling. Because I have such a difficult time connecting to my emotions, sometimes the smallest trigger can send me into a massive breakdown. The wall my eating disorder helped build comes down just enough for me to just lose any control or compartmentalizing I have done. It becomes this chaos in my mind and body.

When I have a breakdown, I tend to just cry hysterically.  Even if I get to a peaceful state of mind, I just keep crying. I think it's because I so rarely cry. Once I start, everything I have been holding in just comes out. Then, my mind begins racing with thoughts of "This isn't okay." "Pull yourself together." "I'm really uncomfortable." "Shut it off." I become very anxious.  My chest and stomach get tight, and I can get short of breath.  It almost feels like I am dying in some small way. It's not a panic attack,  but it feels similar. So, I slow it down and shut it off. It's not resolution.  It's my off switch.

My therapists have all pointed out to me that they can see when I shut off. I've been told that my body physically changes. Even if I start to tear up and shit it off,  it's a noticeable physical change.  Then, I present as okay and just tuck everything away to the back of my mind as far away from my heart as possible. It gets grueling doing that everyday though. So, what am I supposed to do?

Lately, I have been trying to embrace emotions,  but it's not gonna happen overnight. I also so rarely deal with emotions that my automatic off switch gets to them so quickly that I don't even notice I am getting emotional sometimes. I can feel that something is off in me afterwards,  but it's hard to rectify at that point. Tonight,  I had a breakdown. Just a lot of small things throughout today built up,  and I just lost it. I tried to sit with my feelings. I was giving myself some positive self-talk, telling myself that it was okay to be upset and frustrated.  That lasted about a minute before I shut it off.  It sends my ED mind into overdrive.

ED goes crazy when I am upset. It sends every negative message to add to my already terrible core beliefs about myself.  It's that reinforcing voice in my head that makes it worse. To make it stop, I have to shut off my emotions to make my head stop racing. But then once I do that, the shame sets in. I just keep hearing that I'm not normal because I can't have emotions or deal with them in any way. I know everyone has different struggles with emotions,  but it makes me feel isolated. I shut down and can't open up emotionally to others. It's really hard. Honestly, my head feels like a never ending battle most days. I am so thankful for my Trazodone to help me sleep and to have a break. I am thankful for this blog too as an outlet for my crazy and the support I receive from the people who read it.

You always hear that breakdowns lead to breakthroughs. So, what's my breakthrough tonight? Even though I only had a minute of feelings,  I was able to sit with it. That minute of being uncomfortable showed me that maybe my brain does have some fight for recovery left in it. Maybe next time I get upset, I won't shut it off for 5 minutes. Who knows? I won't know til I try it. But that's how recovery goes. Listening to our rational minds, using our coping skills, and taking things one day, hour, minute, second at a time