Why is it that when I start following boundaries I set…
Or when I create more space…
Or pay loving attention to my body…
That my entire system freaks out?
It must mean I’m doing something wrong. I must not be doing this right. Or what if this entire experiment is flawed and ill-founded and I should go back to what I know?
I’ve been in therapy for a substantial amount of time at this point. I’ve done a lot of personal work on my own. Lots of books read, courses done, IG accounts followed and noted. I was making upward progress. So why this “sudden” decline?
I actually have some answers to these not-so-rhetorical questions. And some of the answers I hate a whole awful lot. So buckle up, buttercup. Here we go.
Answer the first: It’s not a decline, nor is it sudden. My awareness has grown around the issue at hand. I have gotten some victory over the issue and others surrounding it, which cleared enough space for me to see…oh man. It’s not just a cluttered room, we actually need to do demolition and rebuild the house.
Answer the second: I’m not using the same coping techniques anymore. So everything my body used to do to feel safe (read: really crappy, destructive behaviors and thought patterns) is no longer a) effective or b) attainable. So instead of my body being allowed to relax because I’ve used a coping strategy, I now have to do work. And if I do succumb to the coping strategy, it doesn’t feel as good anymore because I can now see how problematic it is itself.
So now that we have that established, here’s why it bothers me. Because I miss that feeling of freedom and elation that came with new growth. I don’t want to be stuck in the ugly part of the struggle. I am tired of being grouchy and low energy and not having enough spoons for people or work. I don’t want to resign myself to struggle, because while I’m good at struggling, I don’t want to reinforce that good things can only exist when I’m miserable. That’s bullshit and I’m over it.
It’s also bothering me, because I’m so very, very worried that people are judging me. That they’re seeing the choices I’m making and the fact that I’m still struggling is only a bright neon sign that I have, in fact, been making wrong choices. I feel like I can’t confide in people or acknowledge the struggle because I’ll just get my choices thrown in my face OR I’ll make people worry about the wrong things about me. These choices are an outpouring of growth. They may be contributing to the struggle, but they’re not the foundation of it, to be sure. And I should be allowed to mention issues without immediately calling my entire lifestyle into question.
But here’s what’s not fair: I’m living in fear and suspicion to protect myself from possible negative outcomes. I’m expecting people to treat me poorly because I’m not giving them the grace or the chance to do otherwise. I’m alienating and withdrawing because it’s easier than community and healthy boundaries. It’s easier than emotional resilience.
Here’s what I mean. I’ve recently(ish) discovered a stress response known as “Fawning.” Instead of freezing or fighting or fleeing in face of danger, fawning is the concept of detecting danger on the horizon and heading it off, by emotional manipulation and conforming. It’s a common reaction of empaths, who constantly monitor the energy in a situation and adjust their behavior accordingly so they don’t get hurt. These people are often low needs, seemingly easy to get along with, but nervous.
I fawn. I require outside validation on everything I do, because my internal system tells me constantly that I am in danger. I can’t rely on my gut, because it is immediately drowned out by other peoples’ responses to my course of action. It is better to not rock the boat and keep people happy than it is to do what I want. Heck. I don’t even know what I want often.
I realize that in recent past, I have felt heightened and panicky, but without a specific source. My body is upset, literally because I don’t have an outside mood telling me what to do. By not asking for input, by not letting my life be dictated by the supposed energy of the people I’m living with, I am effectively operating without my emotional rudder.
I have to decide what’s good for me. I don’t get to sacrifice my needs and console myself that it’s okay because at least everyone else is happy. Everyone else is not happy. Everyone else will never BE happy all at the same time. And it’s not my job to take care of that anymore. I can be responsible and kind in my relationships, but expecting to completely control other people’s mood is absolutely bonkers and I do not know why I thought I could do that. I still think that.
So yes. I have low to high level anxiety a lot right now. I’m struggling with my perceptions around my body. My sleep is all over the place. My ideations swing wildly from “I love how hard you try” to “When will you stop being such a fucking loser, you distasteful, disappointing piece of crap?” (notice how one of those needs a bit more fleshing out).
And it’s because I’m breaking somatic habits. I’m untraining behaviors that I’ve practiced since childhood to keep myself safe (btw, we all do this. You don’t have to come from a dangerous, problematic home to feel unsafe. “Unsafe” comes in a myriad of forms). I’m rewriting mental pathways that tell me I’m not good enough and I don’t deserve happiness because I know those happened in the first place to soften disappointment and grief. I’m breathing and moving and thinking and crying.
So really, it’s no wonder my body feels like a nervous wreck. It’s entire structure for being okay is being systematically eradicated. I’m telling it that people pleasing doesn’t work and it DOES actually feel worse when I go back to it.
I lashed out at a friend today because their situation mirrored part of my own. My intention was to help correct a mindset that isn’t being helpful and is holding them back from feeling successful. I thought I was being calm and rational and sympathetic. What I actually did was kick them when they were down.
I did it because their issue triggered how I feel about my own situation. That I’m trapped and can’t win. But only I get to determine what winning looks like. I’m in control of what I choose to spend time and energy on. Other people don’t get to dictate my life with their displeasure or input or manipulation or kind intentions…And I am so dang angry that I don’t just get to suffer anymore. Parts of me would rather continue down the path of shoving down me and only existing for other people’s approval, because then my suffering means something.
But I have to stop trying to help myself by “helping” other people. Especially when they don’t ask for it. Especially when it goes against what I know I need to do for myself. Especially when I’m doing it to get that little high from martyrdom. Because the sooner I stop trying to shape shift into the impossible position of pleasing everyone, the sooner they get to be free of that nonsense to. No one else deserves the responsibility of making choices for me.
I get to be me.
I get to be free.
I get to be happy. When I’m struggling. Growing. Changing. On bad days. On anxiety days. During sleepless nights. During beautiful sunsets and soft cuddles and productive days at work.
I am my own responsibility. I’m mine. It’s me.