HeidiF
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Since I posted earlier this month I got my test results back and do not have Lyme disease. A few weeks passed and my husband was still worried about me and urged me to go to the doctor. I did not want to go because I was sure it was just stress, but to appease him I went. I told the doctor what was going on and he said he would order a full blood work up, but he thought I was depressed. Got the blood work back and everything is fine.
But he put that bug in my brain that I’m depressed. So I started getting mad because I am not depressed, I am worn out. Then I started thinking about all the times in my past I have been depressed. I know depression is form of TMS and kept telling myself that, but I started telling people I was depressed. I wanted their sympathy so I could be left alone (because I’m not the problem, they are, oh boy). My thinking (and I’m not super proud to admit this, but this is what I was thinking) is that if Heidi is depressed than we shouldn’t burden her with our problems. By the way that did not work. Direct communication always wins.
But things still felt off, so I went down the rabbit hole of reading about the ego and inferiority complex and letting it all sink in.
I think my TMS with depression is I try and use it to get my own way without having to voice what I want. (Rereading this it screams out to me learned helplessness, but I am going to be nice to myself.) I want to be left alone. I know people say self-isolating is a sign of depression, but I really like being alone because life over stimulates me and it easier to admit I’m depressed than just sensitive. I take it all in and if I don’t have time to process everything correctly, it’s like my brain goes haywire (anxiety) and think that happens because of my perfectionism and I think well I have to process everything perfectly, blah, blah blah. More pressure on myself, more TMS.
The break through part is coming. This past Sunday I was at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday and my siblings were there. I am the youngest of five, by a lot. My siblings are 18, 17, 16, and 8 years older me and we were reminiscing about early 80s. I never talked about that period in my life, even in therapy and I say to myself there is some block there that just hurts too much.
I was born in 1980 and they were talking about how we moved when I was three months old, my mom had to leave for awhile because her mom was dying resulting in me calling my brother Mom first, my mom being in the hospital for a hysterectomy, my mom being in a car accident, my brother being in another car accident, my sister moving away to college (my mom said every time I saw a train I would cry), she came home and then moved to Florida. There were a lot of behavioral issues with my siblings going on then and my dad is a rage-holiday. My earliest memory is my sister throwing a glass across the kitchen and it exploding in the sink and I buried my head in my mom’s shoulder (she was holding me). I was really little, it really scared me.
While they were talking about all these things I got really sad and thought huh, what is going on here?
So fast forward to today, I had to go back to the doctor for a follow up. I saw the PA I usually see, last time she wasn’t available. She asked how I was and I started crying and just said the person who everyone turns to when they have a problem is done, I am exhausted. She was very kind and wanted to know if I wanted some meds. I did take her up on an anti-anxiety med that is like Benadryl that you can take as needed. (This really is a testament to how crummy I have been feeling because I weened myself off a slew meds in 2018, but am trying this whole new self compassion thing.) I told her I just need to be left alone.
I’m driving home and this little voice pops in my head and says you know it’s really too bad you are so mean to yourself because you are pretty great and I start bawling. (I guess the month of self compassion mediates are working.) And I just keep sobbing and another thought/voice says you know you don’t have to keep proving yourself anymore, you really are fine the way you are. And I’m thinking to myself what is happening and I just keep thinking about little Heidi and crying and crying.
Then it dawned on me, I literally was inferior when I was small because everyone around me was so much bigger and there were so many things they could do that I couldn’t. And I remembered the reoccurring dream I used to have a kid when I was sick. I was in this little cozy house shaped like strawberry and it was pink and happy and nice. Then I went outside and outside everything looked like black and white TV and there were these enormous skyscrapers and I got scared and went back inside my strawberry house.
Is this the real reason I want to be alone? Because of all the stuff from my early years it feels like I am either going to be abandoned or yelled at it easier to say I want to be left alone.
This is turning into a novel, but here comes the question. I’m not in physical pain anymore, but more emotional. I think I have used the TMS coping techniques to stay out of physical pain because I know physically I am fine. I think I still have psychological components because I don’t think I’m ok, I think I’m less then. And that emotional pain (along with my ego) causes me to keep pushing and pushing to prove I’m just ans good as everyone else, if not better. (This is so honest I may never return to the forums.) And I do this until I’m so tired I either can’t think or mentally collapse. I think the person I need to leave me alone is me!
So the question is can you use TMS coping mechanisms as a quick fix? It feels like my brain was like hahaha you used to use drinking to push and push and then tramadol and you quit those things so now you found meditation and journaling and you have used those to keep push through.
The reason I was thinking about this is I was reading a this post from Alan Gordon about lowering your stress by breathing and how it’s a lifestyle change not a five minute thing. It’s like my brain weaponized the healthy coping skills for TMS to push my self more and more towards psychological fatigue. I think I really thought if I use all these coping skills I will never feel stress again. Yes, I know that is laughable, but looking back it’s as if my brain thought we will you pushing through so you never feel psychological pain again.
Because what has happened is I rather feel the psychological pain than work myself into an early grave. Is this thing?
But he put that bug in my brain that I’m depressed. So I started getting mad because I am not depressed, I am worn out. Then I started thinking about all the times in my past I have been depressed. I know depression is form of TMS and kept telling myself that, but I started telling people I was depressed. I wanted their sympathy so I could be left alone (because I’m not the problem, they are, oh boy). My thinking (and I’m not super proud to admit this, but this is what I was thinking) is that if Heidi is depressed than we shouldn’t burden her with our problems. By the way that did not work. Direct communication always wins.
But things still felt off, so I went down the rabbit hole of reading about the ego and inferiority complex and letting it all sink in.
I think my TMS with depression is I try and use it to get my own way without having to voice what I want. (Rereading this it screams out to me learned helplessness, but I am going to be nice to myself.) I want to be left alone. I know people say self-isolating is a sign of depression, but I really like being alone because life over stimulates me and it easier to admit I’m depressed than just sensitive. I take it all in and if I don’t have time to process everything correctly, it’s like my brain goes haywire (anxiety) and think that happens because of my perfectionism and I think well I have to process everything perfectly, blah, blah blah. More pressure on myself, more TMS.
The break through part is coming. This past Sunday I was at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday and my siblings were there. I am the youngest of five, by a lot. My siblings are 18, 17, 16, and 8 years older me and we were reminiscing about early 80s. I never talked about that period in my life, even in therapy and I say to myself there is some block there that just hurts too much.
I was born in 1980 and they were talking about how we moved when I was three months old, my mom had to leave for awhile because her mom was dying resulting in me calling my brother Mom first, my mom being in the hospital for a hysterectomy, my mom being in a car accident, my brother being in another car accident, my sister moving away to college (my mom said every time I saw a train I would cry), she came home and then moved to Florida. There were a lot of behavioral issues with my siblings going on then and my dad is a rage-holiday. My earliest memory is my sister throwing a glass across the kitchen and it exploding in the sink and I buried my head in my mom’s shoulder (she was holding me). I was really little, it really scared me.
While they were talking about all these things I got really sad and thought huh, what is going on here?
So fast forward to today, I had to go back to the doctor for a follow up. I saw the PA I usually see, last time she wasn’t available. She asked how I was and I started crying and just said the person who everyone turns to when they have a problem is done, I am exhausted. She was very kind and wanted to know if I wanted some meds. I did take her up on an anti-anxiety med that is like Benadryl that you can take as needed. (This really is a testament to how crummy I have been feeling because I weened myself off a slew meds in 2018, but am trying this whole new self compassion thing.) I told her I just need to be left alone.
I’m driving home and this little voice pops in my head and says you know it’s really too bad you are so mean to yourself because you are pretty great and I start bawling. (I guess the month of self compassion mediates are working.) And I just keep sobbing and another thought/voice says you know you don’t have to keep proving yourself anymore, you really are fine the way you are. And I’m thinking to myself what is happening and I just keep thinking about little Heidi and crying and crying.
Then it dawned on me, I literally was inferior when I was small because everyone around me was so much bigger and there were so many things they could do that I couldn’t. And I remembered the reoccurring dream I used to have a kid when I was sick. I was in this little cozy house shaped like strawberry and it was pink and happy and nice. Then I went outside and outside everything looked like black and white TV and there were these enormous skyscrapers and I got scared and went back inside my strawberry house.
Is this the real reason I want to be alone? Because of all the stuff from my early years it feels like I am either going to be abandoned or yelled at it easier to say I want to be left alone.
This is turning into a novel, but here comes the question. I’m not in physical pain anymore, but more emotional. I think I have used the TMS coping techniques to stay out of physical pain because I know physically I am fine. I think I still have psychological components because I don’t think I’m ok, I think I’m less then. And that emotional pain (along with my ego) causes me to keep pushing and pushing to prove I’m just ans good as everyone else, if not better. (This is so honest I may never return to the forums.) And I do this until I’m so tired I either can’t think or mentally collapse. I think the person I need to leave me alone is me!
So the question is can you use TMS coping mechanisms as a quick fix? It feels like my brain was like hahaha you used to use drinking to push and push and then tramadol and you quit those things so now you found meditation and journaling and you have used those to keep push through.
The reason I was thinking about this is I was reading a this post from Alan Gordon about lowering your stress by breathing and how it’s a lifestyle change not a five minute thing. It’s like my brain weaponized the healthy coping skills for TMS to push my self more and more towards psychological fatigue. I think I really thought if I use all these coping skills I will never feel stress again. Yes, I know that is laughable, but looking back it’s as if my brain thought we will you pushing through so you never feel psychological pain again.
Because what has happened is I rather feel the psychological pain than work myself into an early grave. Is this thing?