Trying to Do What's Best (MT)
I don't want to post. I'm not feeling hopeful or empowered, and I'd rather just give in to the feelings that are overwhelming me. But I know that for our collective and individual well-being, I have to try. I have to do what's best.
I was inside yesterday for our birthday. Perhaps on some level I didn't want to ruin the enjoyment for the others inside with me. They did enjoy the day, and I'm glad that I didn't stand in their way.
But all the feelings I deal with continue to overwhelm me. The body is 52 years old now, although I, the oldest inside, remain 25. We do not have a host, but I carry burdensome feelings that have been with me/us since the body was an infant.
There are many disappointments and emotional hurts that we still haven't worked through--that I haven't worked through. Instead of dealing with the pain, I created my own safe world where I was this strong, content, quiet leader who nurtured the others inside with me. I've tried to fool myself and avoid the truth, for many, many years.
The truth is that I'm really the one who's needed nurturing, and I've been using the others as a way of symbolically getting nurtured by trying to nurture them. And in doing so I become dependent on them to meet my needs, which is not fair to them.
Our therapist says that we've made a great deal of progress during the past year. She counts me among those who she sees as having made this progress. I'm glad that we're making progress and that this progress is recognizable to others, especially someone whose opinion matters to us.
But the work doesn't get any easier, and the pain continues to be overwhelming. It feels like there's a sadistic Wizard of Oz behind the curtain, operating the controls at whim to get his enjoyment by exacerbating my misery and denying my attempts to appease him.
I want to stop hurting. I want to get past the point where I feel like I'm struggling every moment of every day. I want to have hope again--real hope, not the hope based in pretense and avoidance. I want to heal and be happy, if this is possible.
So I post now even though I remain discouraged. On some level I believe that if I post, I show the rest of the world, that I'm serious about wanting to heal. And that I deserve to be healed. That I'm doing what's necessary to earn it.
Common sense tells me that I don't have to earn it, and that everyone deserves well-being. But I'm not motivated by common sense. I'm motivated by feelings.
I'm not sure what I want from other people who read this. Perhaps simply an acknowledgement that my feelings and experience are valid. And if anyone else identifies, I'd like to know. Beyond that, as much as I wish it were otherwise, the next step is up to me.
Thank you for reading.
Charity
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