Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
Over the past few weeks and months, I have shutting down. I’m the kind of person that even when “relaxing,” I would go overboard. I would read two books at a time while trying to write a novel which I would pretend would become a series which I would pretend needs to be finished within months. While writing it I would ponder the writing groups I should join and how many people I should get to review the novel. I would look for a new book to read while I was reading the other two. I would be scouring for new freelance work so I could earn some money as fast as possible and as much as possible. I would read the Bible and make lists of passages to memorize. I belong to the 12th step program Al-Anon and I would plan how fast I could work through the steps, how many people I should contact; how many meetings I should go to per week and how I could help in the meetings.
As I’m sure you can see—and I can now see—this is all ridiculous. And creating a tremendous amount of pressure that has resulted in TMS.
My latest thing is I can’t really stand to read more than two sentences in a book. I have no desire to read a book. I have read a book a week and more since I first learned to read. You could say it’s my drug of choice. And now: nothing.
I don’t want do any TMS homework. Constant journaling or studying. I don’t want to do any freelance work. I don’t want to write a novel and I just pretty much dropped out of Al-Anon. The reason I dropped out was because I’m trying to eliminate thinking about tragic things on a daily basis. (It’s somewhat unavoidable in that organization.) I’m afraid it’s making my adrenaline too high.
My question is —is this a normal phase to be going through? Is this the new me letting go of all this pressure? I’m just really really tired. I’m tired of everything I used to do and everything I used to be.
I don’t want to continually ponder how I’m letting everyone I know down. I don’t want to owe them anything anymore. I don’t care if I’m a helper. In fact, I hope people stop thinking I am good and helpful. I don’t care if my kids think I’m a good Mom compared to their overly involved in laws. I want to just tell them to count me out. I’m not even going to offer excuses anymore. I just don’t want to come over. I don’t want you to visit. Everything about my relationships with them is too hard. I’m tired of trying. I want to take a break.
I want to start all over. I want to see what life feels like when all I do is breathe in and out and do the bare minimum. I want to feel like a valuable person without a report card of achievements (real or mostly imagined). I want the load on my back to lift. And I want the roaring craziness inside me to halt.
In the past few weeks it has started to get quiet inside. It feels amazing. But part of me is lost. I used to never get bored. Now I get bored.
What do you make of it?
As I’m sure you can see—and I can now see—this is all ridiculous. And creating a tremendous amount of pressure that has resulted in TMS.
My latest thing is I can’t really stand to read more than two sentences in a book. I have no desire to read a book. I have read a book a week and more since I first learned to read. You could say it’s my drug of choice. And now: nothing.
I don’t want do any TMS homework. Constant journaling or studying. I don’t want to do any freelance work. I don’t want to write a novel and I just pretty much dropped out of Al-Anon. The reason I dropped out was because I’m trying to eliminate thinking about tragic things on a daily basis. (It’s somewhat unavoidable in that organization.) I’m afraid it’s making my adrenaline too high.
My question is —is this a normal phase to be going through? Is this the new me letting go of all this pressure? I’m just really really tired. I’m tired of everything I used to do and everything I used to be.
I don’t want to continually ponder how I’m letting everyone I know down. I don’t want to owe them anything anymore. I don’t care if I’m a helper. In fact, I hope people stop thinking I am good and helpful. I don’t care if my kids think I’m a good Mom compared to their overly involved in laws. I want to just tell them to count me out. I’m not even going to offer excuses anymore. I just don’t want to come over. I don’t want you to visit. Everything about my relationships with them is too hard. I’m tired of trying. I want to take a break.
I want to start all over. I want to see what life feels like when all I do is breathe in and out and do the bare minimum. I want to feel like a valuable person without a report card of achievements (real or mostly imagined). I want the load on my back to lift. And I want the roaring craziness inside me to halt.
In the past few weeks it has started to get quiet inside. It feels amazing. But part of me is lost. I used to never get bored. Now I get bored.
What do you make of it?
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