Hello all!
As some of you might remember, earlier in the year, I'd declared that my resolution for this year was to break my 26-year's silence about all the crap that goes on inside my head, and actually make some changes. Since this is one of my main online communities, I thought it was time to give ya'll an update.
Voices of Joi's insecurities: What?? Why are you posting this? No-one wants to hear about this crap!
Joi: Shut up, you. You've been in control long enough.
VoJI: C'mon, there are people here with way bigger problems right now, you don't need to share your little mental papercuts...
Joi:
I said shut it, you!
Ahem.
So, for the past few weeks, I've been seeing a counselor. This is partly good, partly neutral, and partly awful. It's good, because I really am trying to be honest with her, and trying to get to the root of why I have nothing that even remotely resembles self-esteem. She really does want to help. It's neutral, because it's very VERY difficult for me to open up to her. That's not to say anything about her, but I have 26 years of ingrained habits of keeping my mouth shut, or deflecting answers with humor and sarcasm , and I'm very good at it. It's going to take a long time to get under the surface to the things that really matter. It's partly bad, because it's very very difficult for me to open up, and when I do, all those negative thoughts and feelings that I can keep down sometimes end up coming to the surface. I'm tired of living in the middle of that whirlwind.
Honestly, sometimes I still just want to go find a bridge to jump off of (NO, I'm not considering doing anything stupid--there's enough left of my rational brain to keep me from doing that). I feel like I'm just shrieking into the abyss, trying to keep from falling in, and everyone around me just walks by without noticing, as if that scream was no more than a whisper. But then, I'm not sure how much I'd really want them to take notice--after all, I'm not worth that kind of attention.
So....yeah. That's where things stand these days. I'm channeling my innate stubborness into sticking with the counseling--even though it seems like there's little or no progress, I know that real progress can take months or years. We'll see how things go. I'm still hanging in there, just barely.
Hope you don't mind me spilling my guts just a bit here.
As some of you might remember, earlier in the year, I'd declared that my resolution for this year was to break my 26-year's silence about all the crap that goes on inside my head, and actually make some changes. Since this is one of my main online communities, I thought it was time to give ya'll an update.
Voices of Joi's insecurities: What?? Why are you posting this? No-one wants to hear about this crap!
Joi: Shut up, you. You've been in control long enough.
VoJI: C'mon, there are people here with way bigger problems right now, you don't need to share your little mental papercuts...
Joi:
I said shut it, you!Ahem.
So, for the past few weeks, I've been seeing a counselor. This is partly good, partly neutral, and partly awful. It's good, because I really am trying to be honest with her, and trying to get to the root of why I have nothing that even remotely resembles self-esteem. She really does want to help. It's neutral, because it's very VERY difficult for me to open up to her. That's not to say anything about her, but I have 26 years of ingrained habits of keeping my mouth shut, or deflecting answers with humor and sarcasm , and I'm very good at it. It's going to take a long time to get under the surface to the things that really matter. It's partly bad, because it's very very difficult for me to open up, and when I do, all those negative thoughts and feelings that I can keep down sometimes end up coming to the surface. I'm tired of living in the middle of that whirlwind.
Honestly, sometimes I still just want to go find a bridge to jump off of (NO, I'm not considering doing anything stupid--there's enough left of my rational brain to keep me from doing that). I feel like I'm just shrieking into the abyss, trying to keep from falling in, and everyone around me just walks by without noticing, as if that scream was no more than a whisper. But then, I'm not sure how much I'd really want them to take notice--after all, I'm not worth that kind of attention.
So....yeah. That's where things stand these days. I'm channeling my innate stubborness into sticking with the counseling--even though it seems like there's little or no progress, I know that real progress can take months or years. We'll see how things go. I'm still hanging in there, just barely.
Hope you don't mind me spilling my guts just a bit here.






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