It’s been a while since I’ve shared about mental health and to be honest I don’t know why I’m sharing this other than deep down somewhere under the lies telling me I’m alone, I know I am not.
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He says, “How was therapy? “
I text back: Some days I leave thinking, why do I go? And should it be this hard? If I can’t feel or see the change I desire in me or others, is it worth the time I put in?
I drive home and my heart and brain are in a tug of war- who will control the day?
My brain first argues saying you’re so privilaged. You are making mountains out of molehills. Look around you- is anyone else complaining or working so hard to fix something others would view as not broken? You need to suck It up and do more.
My Heart ( constantly fighting for a future that says look at us for making it this far) says maybe you should do less, just act happy, and be around to do whatever is asked by anyone else…… That will make your life easier.
And in my unhealthiest state…..my tired, exhausted brain yells back some days …..if you weren’t here that would make their life easier.
For so long I have relied on my worth to come from what I’m able to provide to someone. If I’m needed, I’m valuable. If I’m praised, I’m good. And if I perform to the best of their expectations, I’m irreplacable.
I was a long time athlete, in a constant performance driven environment. The thing is there wasn’t something spcificially I can say made me be this way. I truly feel regardless of sports I would have been a person with an expectation of perfection and goals of constant high perfromance. Sports however gave it an avenue to run, a way to grow, and constant fuel.
Praise = Good, Criticism = Bad.
This didn’t end when I stopped competing. It actually just manifested itself in other areas. You began to seek that praise from friends or peers or social media that at one time was soley given out based on your performance on the field. Praise meant you had value and when you struggle to feel worth, you will hang on to any amount of value that is given to you even if it’s from the mouths of strangers you’ve never met. A seratoin boost if you will, one that you will innately chase the rest of your life.
There’s a reason so many athletes struggle when they are done competing. You go from a feeling of untouchable, prestige, and held in high regard to just another guy or girl headed to work. For those of us that enter motherhood- all of the sudden all identity is stripped away and you’re not even sure who you are anymore. Most don’t know you by your name, just ( insert kid’s name)’s Mom.
It is both a blessing and a curse to be so overly aware. As women we are taught from an early age to consider others before ourselves and we fall into a cycle of them before me. We do not rest well because rarely are we afforded the time to rest. We are slow to free ourselves from other’s false presumptions because our value has been innately given to us from others, so why wouldn’t we believe their falisities along with other truths.
To be honest some days I feel like I’m reaching for something that no one else needs. I can’t quite verbalize what I want, but I can’t shut my brain off from feeling an emptiness at times from lacking something I need.
I never understood shame until Brene Brown explained,” Guilt says I did something bad, Shame says I am bad. For women Shame is do it all, do it perfect, and never let them see you sweat.”
Based on this, If I thought guilt was surrounding me, shame was engulfing me.
So if you’re like me in a season of fighting guilt for not doing all the things while feeling shame for not being all the things just know I see you.
I think it’s important we don’t just share our good, but we also share our hard. Everyone deserves to own their hard without the pressure of comparing it to someone else’s.
Life doesn’t get easier, we learn to “handle hard better. “- Kara Lawson.