blueangel
08-08-10, 12:17
I feel as though I banging my head against a brick wall at the moment. I know it's due to overload, and I know I've had it before and make a recovery of sorts, but I feel I can never beat anxiety down to a "normal" level that would make it reasonably easy to live with.
Part of my problem seems to be that I have more than one sort of anxiety - along with generalised anxiety, I also suffer with health anxiety and one or two specific sorts of social anxiety (which erupted yesterday).
My upbringing has conditioned me into believing that everything bad that happens to me is my own fault, that I deserve it, and that any sort of weakness (however insignificant) is to be utterly despised. I've managed to get rid of all sorts of the crap that I acquired when I was a child, but not this. It's become the Ancient Mariner's albatross (if you've ever come across the poem) and I can't get rid of it.
There's just too much "stuff" to deal with in my life right now; along with the residual anxieties, I am having huge problems getting divorced; my partner is still married to a mad, unreasonable, selfish woman who likes having both of us dancing to whatever tune she chooses to play; I'm just about to walk into a mega-problem at work with two people who are harassing me - and just for good measure, I am helping to bring up two children who aren't mine (and I know nothing about children).
It's too much. I want to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but someone's turned the bloody thing off.
My partner's brilliant, wonderful; he desperately wants to be able to help me, but I don't want to burden him will all this all of the time in case he can't cope with it either.
I can always seem to sort out other people's problems; why can't I manage it for myself?
Part of my problem seems to be that I have more than one sort of anxiety - along with generalised anxiety, I also suffer with health anxiety and one or two specific sorts of social anxiety (which erupted yesterday).
My upbringing has conditioned me into believing that everything bad that happens to me is my own fault, that I deserve it, and that any sort of weakness (however insignificant) is to be utterly despised. I've managed to get rid of all sorts of the crap that I acquired when I was a child, but not this. It's become the Ancient Mariner's albatross (if you've ever come across the poem) and I can't get rid of it.
There's just too much "stuff" to deal with in my life right now; along with the residual anxieties, I am having huge problems getting divorced; my partner is still married to a mad, unreasonable, selfish woman who likes having both of us dancing to whatever tune she chooses to play; I'm just about to walk into a mega-problem at work with two people who are harassing me - and just for good measure, I am helping to bring up two children who aren't mine (and I know nothing about children).
It's too much. I want to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but someone's turned the bloody thing off.
My partner's brilliant, wonderful; he desperately wants to be able to help me, but I don't want to burden him will all this all of the time in case he can't cope with it either.
I can always seem to sort out other people's problems; why can't I manage it for myself?