Wired up and no peace

Suddenly…..
It’s here. Again. 
Anxiety attack. Sometimes mixed with panic attack. 
Trying to catch a breath, thoughts running and I just can’t put myself together. Shaking, not being able to sit calmly. Thinking that I’m sick, that I’ll die, everything hurts. 
Anxiety attacks have become part of my life. Lately I have them almost every day. Panic attacks come a bit less.  

While for some this may seem as “JUST CALM DOWN! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!” thing, for me it means missed work, events and life as such. I’ve canceled plans just because I couldn’t stop crying and feeling powerless. 
It’s tiring. This morning I woke up with fast beating heart, thoughts spinning and making me physically sick that I couldn’t eat. Which also something that happens when the attack comes – I can’t eat. That makes me worried about my weight, and that’s another worry added to the pile of worries. 
My heart constantly beats too fast. I want to sleep because I barely have any energy.
Meditation helps, at least, some exercises eases the moment. 
I have a magic pill that calms, but as my doctor said, it’s better to learn to control it without chemicals. 
I haven’t seen therapist though it’s always suggested. Why? Because the idea itself makes me sick, I try to look up one but my racing mind finds hundreds of other things to think of and I put the appointment off. It’s another thing that I do. I put things off because I think it’s too much, I don’t actually need that, I’ll manage without it. I bought sport’s shoes in January, thinking that I’ll start going to gym. It’s august and the shoes are still in the box, never used.

Why I have those attacks? Good question. When I have too much on my plate, my body reacts this way. Screams that I need to stop and think and finally do. I’m wired up. Thinking how I have to be perfect, thinking about future, money, relationships. Feeling the need to control life, even though it’s obvious that I’m not in control. That’s the issue, I want to be in control. When you’ve been let down by other people, especially as a kid, now when I have the chance to take care of my life, I want to control it. 

Everyone is going through something. 
Mental health issues are not talked about enough.
We don’t see them as quite often people who have them, don’t show it. How many times I’ve heard that I look so calm, yet no one knows that inside I’m shaking. That minutes, hours ago I was laying on the ground, not wanting to get up and wishing that at least for a moment I could be free.

 

Responsibility….

I had such a wonderful weekend.

I stayed at the hotel because I was/ am sick of my home, I went to spa and got a massage, all in all had a great time.

I was in a good mood, felt quite happy, felt pretty…………………….. until few minutes ago. 

Got in an argument with dad. And getting in argument with him is bad. 

But that one sentence, “Don’t talk to me about responsibility,” hit me hard. 

Why? Because it reminds how, what I think, a responsibility for him is something he’d rather not have. I rarely have felt that he actually wants to be responsible for anything. 

For example, I had to get a loan for university, and in order to get it, I needed someone else to vouch(?) for me. For my brother and sister vouched my aunt (rest in peace) and she also paid their loans. Now, as my aunt was gone by the time I started uni, my dad became the only person who could do that for me. I asked my cousin but, thank god, she refused. So, came the last day for the first payment and my dad finally agreed to vouch. The guilt was eating me alive. I felt like I’m a shit person for asking him to do it. 

Another example, how he took responsibility of my grades at school. We just had moved, I started a new school. Here’s a mention, for six years (from my 1st grade) dad lived in different city as he got a new job, so I was pretty much used to live without him. So, now, new school, higher level, I had to study a bit harder. Fine. Only, my desk was in the parents room, I did my homework with a tv as my background noise because it’s what dad liked to do after work. When my dad asked to see my homework, if I even peeked at tv for a second, he got angry. I became such a nervous mess during that time because I was also bullied at school by teachers and students, that on Sunday evenings I would sit in my kitchen, shaking and throwing up. But no one, not even mom took responsibility to understand I was like this or what was wrong. I felt ashamed for being like that. 

Dad’s interpretation of being responsible is to ask mom do things, blame everyone else and feel like he has done sooooo much. 

Mom also is a weak thing who at least tries to be more responsible. 

But this is what you get from two people who were raised with a silver spoon, barely had to work while their parents were alive and after their deaths, couldn’t get their shit together. Also, their marriage were pretty much a set up.

What do I know about responsibility? I have been responsible for my own life since I was a little girl. I was responsible for my lunch (which usually was white bread and sugar as there wasn’t anything else to at the home and no one bothered to teach me to cook) after school during first 6 years, I was responsible for my own school work (here I mean that my mom didn’t pay much attention). I was dealing with my school issues if I had any. 

To tell me that I don’t know anything about responsibility make me feel like everything I’ve done on my own is nothing. 

Who’s taking responsibility of paying bills? Dad? No, me. Who’s paying back the loan? Me and he never gave a cent for it, but dared to ask me if I could pay it back faster so he could close that bank’s account). Who is living with a thought that I can’t rely on anyone else but myself because no one else will ever take responsibility? Me. 

And yet, I feel like a bad person if I getting frustrated, upset for their actions that has directly influenced my life. 

I feel like an ungrateful daughter.

 Sometimes I want to apologize that I didn’t drown when I had the chance. 

I didn’t take responsibility of that. 

Bye 2017

2017 is almost over.

I previously wrote about achievements and how I don’t have any.

I was wrong.

This is the first year I’ve had a real job.

I’ve earned my own money that I spent on things I wanted. I wrote that buying jacket and boots is not an achievement, but it actually is. Since childhood I told myself that one day I’ll buy myself warm jacket and boots, in 2017 I did it.

I went on 2 trips, one of them totally paid by me. One of them was with my dad.

One of personal achievements is that I spent 5 days in another country, alone. My first vacation. Why it’s such a big deal? As we know, I’ve been socially isolated for most of my life so getting out of the house isn’t easy for me.  Even though I went there alone, I felt good. It was scary, the hostel wasn’t the best (read more booking.com reviews) but I did it.

This year I supported my family financially.

I’ve grown, I’m learning new things about myself.

I’ve stood up more for what I want instead of always doing what others want for me.

I’ve been drawing more, crafting more.

I’ve been suggesting ideas at work, one is currently in motion, others are considered.

 

Of course, it hasn’t been all easy and happy (my previous posts prove that). But I’m sure that next year I will work more on my mental health. Wanting to die every other week is no fun.

 

But all in all, 2017, thank you.

 

Achievements – None.

And just like that by accident, I see an interview with my old classmate. Now she’s successful, sort of famous, engaged and happy.

We weren’t friends in school, we maybe talked few times. But this isn’t about that.

We’re both 25. I know, I know “Do not compare yourself to others”. I can’t help it.

She got a better start, her mom is wealthy, she has always been among the “cool” people. My social circle has never been like hers. She has achieved so much already and most probably will achieve a lot more.

I actually recently thought about achievements, about what are my recent achievements, what have I done that has made myself proud. Those achievements were buying a warm winter jacket and boots, plus writing my manager about the noise in the workplace. Yeah, very “big” achievements, while she is managing music festivals, working with worldwide music stars.

“Don’t compare” keeps repeating in my head.  Yes, we all have our own lives but when you’re constantly being compared in your workplace, in your family, the process becomes automatic. I see a tall, blonde colleague and I, short, plain, can’t help but think how much attention she gets, how popular among men she most probably is.  I see other successful people and I feel like I’ll never be one of them.  My cousin is a successful businesswoman, I could look up to her but…. It doesn’t work.

Have I said that I want to give up my dreams and hopes? Yeah. I even consider giving away all my drawing stuff – pencils, pens, colours, etc – as I doubt I’ll ever be a known artist. I look at those things and it pains me. Also, I barely draw. I rather numb my brain with youtube, tv shows and facebook.

I know why I’m not where my old classmate is. I’m antisocial, emotionally and socially isolated, I don’t work hard enough, don’t try enough. I hate myself and I don’t like to think about my future.

I’m happy for her, for living her dreams, for getting this far and achieving so awesome things.

Bus stop thoughts.

Half an hour. Alone at the bus station. I wasn’t cold, I bought a warm jacket and boots.

Honestly, I think I’ll do this every evening, I mean if the bus won’t come and I’ll have to sit that half an hour.

Why? It makes me come to terms that this is how my life is. It’s cold, dark and lonely. And I’m the only person to blame. I am here, I’ve stayed here even when I wanted to be gone. As I sit there and think, I see myself just existing, I’ve given up my hopes and dreams. I make decisions, for example, one of the decisions I made was that this Christmas I won’t give gifts, I’ll simply give money, I’ll put it in a blank, white envelope. Also, another decision – I won’t celebrate Christmas. I hate them. I might make a post about why I hate/don’t see anything special with Christmas.  If anyone (by that I mean my sister or brother) will invite me over, I’ll politely say no, thank you. It was my New Year’s resolution – to not celebrate those things.

As I sit there, I feel…. I can’t even explain. As if I’m put in this world even though I didn’t want to be here. No…not exactly. I’m just here.

I was on a short cruise ship with my friend (should I call her that?). Aside from terrible hungover at one morning, it was pretty nice. We talked about our childhood (we know each other for 20 or a bit more years). I envied her family and hated mine. She felt like my family doesn’t like me (it was hard to explain how she felt), that my family sort of neglected me. Whatever. Her current situation is worse than mine, so why do I even complain.

Don’t know what to do with my job. I guess I’ll stay even though I hate it, it’s killing my nerves. It’s not like I’d a job that I’ll be happy to go to. It’s like, what, 10% of all people who actually love their job? Good for them. If I can resign at 65, then I have 40 years left. Not that much.

You know, my mind is light. When you make those decisions, everything seems better.

On Friday I’ll go to a concert. I haven’t been to one in years. I’m almost sure that I’ll grow bored, then I’ll want to cry because of seeing all the people enjoying themselves while I’ll think “Can ground open and swallow me?” If I wouldn’t get a horrible hungover, I’d like to get drunk but I won’t.

Well, I guess all I left to do today is to go to sleep.

 

 

Reaction to an article…

Oh, I shouldn’t have opened Psychology Today…. Got stuck with my favourite topic – loneliness.

There’s this article “What Drives Our Loneliness?” and I’ll have quotes from there in this well, my reaction to the article?

 Research has shown that both perceived and actual social isolation were associated with increased risk of early mortality.

Oh, well, I’ll die faster than others. But waaiiit…. will people even notice that I’m dead?

Yet, loneliness isn’t something that we should take lightly.

We shouldn’t but rarely anyone has time to notice and help people who are lonely. We have home-work-home cycle and our own issues and problems that to care about someone else have become a pain in the ass. Who would want to hear about my loneliness, it would end up with my favourite phrase “You should go out more”. ‘Kay, now that will surely make me feel better (dramatic eye roll).

According to the Encyclopedia of Human Relationships, “the most broadly accepted definition of loneliness is the distress that results from discrepancies between ideal and perceived social relationships.” The key word here is perceived. Loneliness is not the same as being alone. Individuals can feel isolated or outcast in even the most social-seeming of circumstances. Alarmingly, one study in the United Kingdom, which surveyed millions of people, showed that one in 10 people didn’t feel they had a single close friend.

Oh, I can stand in the middle of the grandest party and feel so lonely that I’ll pull out my phone and read LinkedIn articles or play Sudoku. Ideal social relationships… I used to want a friend to whom I could call whenever I felt crappy but then I thought, “Why would anyone want to hear me whining about my stupid life?” Yes, sometimes I want someone to go shop with, travel somewhere but then I again think “Oh, please, you’d talk and talk, talk about all sorts of things and the person would just shut you out”. It happens in a lot of conversations, I very well feel when a person becomes disinterested. Even my parents don’t want to listen to me. One in 10? I am that “One”. It’s been what 20 years since I had my last real friend? And I’m just 25.

Studies have shown that lonely people have more fear of negative evaluation and often engage in overly cautious social behaviors that perpetuate their social isolation. Ironically, social media has even been linked with increased feelings of social isolation among young people.

I’m often considering deleting my Facebook account. If I write an article about some topic, no one reads it, but when a dumb post comes up, everyone “Likes” and shares it. I want to have a conversation there, but it won’t happen. Cautious social behaviour? “‘Keep your mouth shut” is my motto.

The isolation and comfort of contemporary society carry with it the risk of reinforcing psychological defenses that contribute to an inward, self-protective, and somewhat emotionally deadened way of being and living.

Individuals build certain psychological defenses to adapt to their early environment that can hurt or limit them in their current lives. These defenses can lead to feelings of alienation, isolation, and depression.

Well, self-protection, alienation, and isolation are my friends. Emotionally dead? My wish is to never cry again. I hate crying. Wait, my loneliness limits my current life? And here I thought it was my dark sense of humour. *Sarcasm. I’m still building my psychological defence, I’m trying to mould it into this “I need no person” thing.

An angry, erratic parent may have led us to stay quiet and retreat inward so as not to attract attention. An unavailable, distant or rejecting parent may have similarly caused us to retreat and try to be self-sufficient, taking care of our own needs. As adults, we maintain these adaptations even when they are no longer conducive to our current lives and relationships. We may be reluctant to trust again. We may harbor old fears of rejection, negative anticipation, or cynical views. We may project negative qualities onto others and practice caution in how we approach them.

My parents almost never had time for me. My older brother and sister rarely played with me. Maybe they did it more than I can remember, who knows.  I really have grown up to be the person who didn’t want to attract attention, that was what my sister did. I stayed quiet, my biggest dream was to become invisible. Self-sufficient? Since the age of 12? Partially even earlier. I was on my own. Problems at school? After moving I told no one about them because I knew my dad (he was the one who went to school’s parent meetings) would make it even worse and/or not even believe me. He believed teachers more. Negative anticipation? I don’t expect good things, I don’t think good things can happen out of nowhere. Fears of rejection are what makes me not engage in any activity with other people. I remember how I used to ask my family if we could go on a family trip, soon I stopped asking. We didn’t go on trips. Also, they sometimes became angry because of my suggestion, no idea why. I don’t expect Christmas to be nice, I hate Christmas.

In addition to having suspicious feelings toward others and self-protective attitudes toward ourselves, we tend to be self-critical, seeing ourselves in the same unfavorable ways we were seen or treated in our early lives. For example, if we felt invisible, burdensome, obnoxious, or unimportant in our family of origin, we may carry these shameful feelings inside us and listen to self-critical thoughts or “critical inner voices” that put us down in regard to new relationships.

The continuation for this quote is my jam.

These “voices” don’t just isolate us by criticizing us and diminishing our confidence, but also by tricking us into self-protecting. “Don’t trust her,” it says, “she’s probably using you.” “Stay home tonight. You don’t need the stress of going out and talking to people. Things are too hectic. You need your own space.” These voices can seem self-soothing when they entice us not to take chances, but they’re self-punishing the minute we listen to them. Even in a crowd of friendly faces, our critical inner voice can try to sabotage us into feeling alone, “No one here really knows what you’re like or who you really are. You have everyone fooled, don’t you?”

I’m kind person, I want to help anyone I can (myself not included) so to use me is quite easy. I always feel like people are using my kindness, there are few people whom I feel don’t do that. No really knows me – even my family doesn’t know me. I doubt they even know what’s my favorite music. I put on the mask (not really a mask, I sometimes like that side of me), I’m friendly, happy and sweet, yet inside I’m like a empty, dark can with a beetle inside that’s still alive and wants to be seen, wants to be heard, but the darkness is so comfortable that beetle is slowly giving up hope of ever be noticed. The inner critic is who I listen a lot. “They are only nice to you because it’s what polite; She only comes to you because you can look like you’re interested in her boyfriend issues…” and many more critics. Self-punishing is what I also I’m trying to do, for example, “You talk too much, tomorrow you will keep your mouth shut”.

These destructive attitudes and expectations can lead us to engage in distancing behaviors and adopt pseudo-independent tendencies that push people away. Our defense may be to toughen up and act like we don’t want anything from anyone anyway. Or, it may be to get shy and try to stay in the background. We may remove ourselves from others and indulge the feeling that we are a burden.

Ugh, how often I feel like a wounded animal who bites people and make them leave while at the same time, I want them to hug me and help me heal. And yes, self-sufficiency is my goal, I don’t want to rely on anyone. Burden? Oh, yes, yes, my thing. That’s why I don’t want to tell anyone about my issues because I feel like a burden.

Ultimately, we are driven to be inward.

In Creating a Life of Meaning and Compassion, we discuss inwardness as “a retreat into oneself.” In an inward state, a person adopts “a lifestyle characterized by a decrease of feeling for oneself and others, a reliance on painkilling habit patterns and substances, and a defensive, self-nurturing orientation toward life.” We seek satisfaction internally and spend our time engaging with our critical inner voice.

Me and my conversations with my inner critic, much fun, very nice. Defensive – it’s what I become when someone begins to talk about my life when someone dares to attack me with those same old phrases. Yet, no one asks why and what’s really going on, no one wants to crack the shell, no one wants to see the anger, self-hating, and pain. No one cares and that’s fine. I retreat from life, dullness is a comforting feeling. I sort of hate when I get excited about something when I  have some nice expectations. Yet, at the same time, I kill those emotions because I know that no nice things have to happen in my life. I’ll be fine with meeeh. No excitement and expectations, no disappointment. Exist, don’t live.

Our fight against loneliness is, therefore, more of an internal struggle than we may imagine. It is primarily a matter of being a friend to ourselves, standing up against our inner critic and challenging our core defenses. We must cultivate a compassionate attitude as we step out of our comfort zone and risk making a mistake or getting hurt. When we discover and befriend ourselves, we learn who we really are stripped of our defenses. And when we know ourselves, we are more inclined to form deeper friendships with others. We’re better able to create lasting connections that won’t repeat patterns from our past that reinforce old, negative identities.

Friend to myself, yeah, no, maybe. Compassion, this buzz word. I sometimes do challenge myself out of comfort zone, after all, I stayed in a crappy hostel for a week in another country. Did that make me proud? Yeah, it did a bit but then I remind that I’m 25 and I should be proud of having a stable income and education, not some lame trip. I do want to strip myself of my defences, this is what I’m sort of doing here while writing. I might know myself but I still repeat the same old pattern. I hate getting hurt and making mistakes. Making mistakes always cause judgment, I take too much to heart those mistakes. They remind me that I’m no good.

Maybe one day I’ll let people in if they’re willing to crack it and actually get in and stay. But I doubt it’ll happen. I want to let people in so they could tear me apart and I’d be that empty shell with no emotions, dreams, and feelings.

 

 

 

Morning

Yesterday I wrote a rather sad post but I woke up today and while I don’t feel very positive, I feel better. Some part of me hates that but other part reminds me that it’s always like this, I can’t stay down forever. 

I’m very used to this. One day I’m sad, depressed but next morning I’m up and thinking, “Naw, life isn’t that bad. Look, sun is shining, I can wear a dress, and go do something good.” Is this normal? Can someone explain why I’m like this? Is it because I’m trying to stay realistically positive? Is it because I don’t want to be a downer? 

I again feel light but this lightness doesn’t scare me, this one has positive light. 
Sometimes I want to stay in that darkness that I had yesterday for a longer time. Ugh, you have no idea. Yet, I can’t. It is still in me in the background but other ideas, emotions and feelings, and creative flashes takes the front page. It’s both annoying and relieving. 

Sadly, I know that in the evening I might be back to the “please, just switch my mind off so I don’t feel anything” mode. 

Waiting for bus

It’s a rainy evening, I’m waiting for a bus. The one that should be here never waits for the train so I have 30 minutes to sit and think about my life.

Is this how’s it’s gonna be? Will I ever have something normal?

My chest hurts from all the stress I had today. At one point at work my body just went into this “overwhelmed” mode. I couldn’t pull myself together. All I wanted was to grab my bag, coat and leave without looking back. It was too much. Yet, if I don’t have a job, I don’t know what can I do… I blame myself for not being a good specialist. I help people, at least sort of, it makes me feel good.

Now, wind blows in my face, I’m cold and tired, and I think “This is what I have for a life. I deserve this. It’s fine. I gave up dreams time ago.” It’s true, I don’t want my dreams anymore. They don’t matter, they’re for someone else. I’ll be fine with scraps. I’ve been cold since I remember myself. It’s either home that is cold, parents couldn’t buy warm enough clothes. Though, that’s one thing I want to change, I’ve bought myself boots and now I’m looking for a warm coat. But I doubt it’ll warm up the coldness in my chest.

Everything is gray. My mind is gray too. I hate my mind because there’s still hope. I don’t want it. I want to be “normal”. Yet, I hate myself for wanting to give up. I’m so split that it’s driving me crazy. Honestly, I don’t know what to do. I hate myself.

I’m lonely. But we already knew that. It won’t change.

My mind drives me to dark places. As I write this, I’m angry at myself for crying. For me, crying is weakness, I’ve been mocked for crying so now, I hate crying. I sometimes get this strange feeling of lightness, it scares me.

But soon, when I’m out of bus, I’ll put on my smiley face, everything will be fine. My inner world won’t touch you, I won’t let you see it.

To the person from my home country, who regularly seems to check in here, if you know me, don’t worry. I’m fine. Last thing I want is to someone, whom I don’t pay to listen and deal with me, is to worry about me. Do not do that.

Monday blues.

Stress made me ill.

The week was too horrible, too stressful, too much.

On Sunday I felt dreadful of Monday. This is the first time in this job when I felt this terrible just because I had to go to work. So on Monday (though already on Sunday) I woke up ill. Thank my immune system, it’s nothing very serious but scared me anyway. I stayed home for two days. Spent money on pills, thank you insurance for paying for hospital.

Honestly, I didn’t want to return to work. Maybe it was just last week that took everything out of me. I didn’t sleep enough, I didn’t drink enough water, I didn’t walk enough (though I used a scooter). I didn’t do enough. I wasn’t enough at work too. I work in customer service, IT support, and there were days when I couldn’t help them, even on the

I wasn’t enough at work too. I work in customer service, IT support, and there were days when I couldn’t help them, even on the easiest thing. It made me believe that I wasn’t smart enough. I wasn’t helpful enough. On Friday I almost took it out on my co-workers. Everything annoyed me, I was so frustrated that I could’ve punched someone. Would that have helped? I doubt. See, in this work, we’re asked to work faster, answer calls for a shorter time, solve more and more cases. I have to switch between two languages. Already that is making everything harder. Brains sometimes overheat. Then comes all the thousands of programs, errors, problems we need to solve. Impatient customers, customers who don’t listen. In the beginning, when I started to work, it was easier. Now, our management makes us do more, for example, answer about access rights, even though there’s a SPECIFIC group for that, but, oh, they don’t want to deal with those questions. If only they had made instructions for managers about how to do THEIR job. Yeah, we often have to teach people how to do their damn job. Funny enough, even we don’t have enough instructions, quite often we improvise and guess what we should do. Then comes the program updates which usually cause more problems than solving them. Or the new programs, those often don’t work properly so again, we cannot work fast.  Also, we don’t have enough people, some 7 people left and what, only, 3 are hired. Doesn’t seem too horrible but the amount calls of are increasing. According to law, every two hours we are allowed to take 15 minutes break but do you think it’s possible? No. Of course, those who work on the other language line, they can do it. But for us 5 people? Pretty much no. Because we work on two lines. Very effing fair. See the difference, there are 15 people, some of them work on two lines, one of them calls a bit less. Then there’s the 6 (5 because one is the ‘elder’ and answers calls less) and we have to work on two lines, on one of them, the original I was hired for, call quite a lot. So, we don’t have time to relax. Lunch time is all we have. The noise, the damned open space office, I cannot hear the customer, I have to repeat everything twice or I cannot hear what the customer says.

I want to call it a poor management.

Now, I try to think what to do to not be in this situation again. I guess I’ll take my 15 minutes break matter how long the call line is. I’ll take fewer calls if that’s the way how to save my health. Not worry that much (pharmacy, here I come, I need sedatives).

I could try to speak more about it. But no one wants to hear it. I told about the noise but all I got was “You’ll get used to it”.

As much as I like the place, the people, the paycheck (not big enough for all the work we do), I don’t think it’s sane to stay there long. It’s a great place to learn and I have learned a lot, this is an amazing experience but I cannot kill myself (nervous breakdown every other Friday isn’t healthy) because of work.

I wish more people would understand that. ESPECIALLY THE ONES WHO ARE IN CHARGE OF THEIR EMPLOYEES. HR do your job!! Or does IT Support need to teach you that?