12-17-2012, 02:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-17-2012, 03:22 PM by Tenet Nosce.)
This morning, following a fitful sleep, I woke up with pangs of anxiety in my gut.
This is how I wake up nearly every day. For thirty-five years.
What am I anxious about? Who knows... could be anything. Most of the time it is nothing in particular. It's just like a grey cloud of dread that hangs over me. Sometimes it is further up in the sky and I feel more relief. Sometimes it is down low and it feels like it is choking the breath from me. Most of the time the cloud hangs somewhere in the middle of the sky of my consciousness.
Growing up I had a relatively sheltered life. Food, clothing, and shelter were never in jeopardy. I was never physically or sexually abused- at least insofar as I can remember. My parents and my family loved and cared for me.
The only thing I ever come up with as a source for this feeling is that my parents, each in their own way, had anger issues. It was often unpredictable when one of them would explode. For example, it could be a Saturday morning- I am sleeping peacefully in bed and suddenly I am woken up by the shock of my father yelling and screaming and slamming doors over something that would otherwise be a trifle.
Growing up, this pattern became generalized out into the world. In school- some of the kids would loathe me for no apparent reason. I never knew when somebody was going to "lash out" in some way.
When I returned after summer break to my senior year in high school, I was surprised to find that one of my long time friends from elementary school had decided they hated me and wanted nothing more to do with me. Still don't know why.
Some years later, another close friend I met in college went down such a severe spiral of drug and alcohol abuse that he actually had a mental breakdown- including paranoid delusions. As far as I know, this person still believes to this day (over 10 years later) that I was somehow orchestrating a conspiracy against him. When I hear about psychopaths spraying people up with bullets for no good reason- I can't help but wonder if somebody somewhere is actively plotting my death so they can "be free" from whatever negative influence I supposedly have over them.
Similar patterns have emerged in my interactions with people in this forum over the years. I mention this only to show that it is part of a larger pattern that started looooong before I ever started participating here. And while I do admit to sometimes being antagonistic- there have been times where I feel that the anger being directed at me is way out of proportion to anything I actually said. Again- not unique to this forum but part of a larger pattern of my life.
I guess my point is- with all the people I see here and on other sites sharing their inner transformative experiences during this time period- I don't really feel any different.
Every morning I wake up and feel like a scared little boy, wondering who is going to lash out at me today, or what unforeseen near-disaster is going to occur in my life. Of course- most days go by just fine. They would even be pleasant if it wasn't for the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that the "other shoe is about to drop" at any moment.
I have found that intellectualizing and theorizing about my condition doesn't work. Counseling and hypnosis have limited benefits which are not long-lasting. Alcohol grants me a reprieve, but I feel even worse the next day. Marijuana tends to make it worse from the get-go. Diet doesn't seem to help. Exercise doesn't seem to help.
I've tried prayer- that doesn't seem to help. I've tried meditation- that doesn't seem to help. I call to the "angels" to provide me with that feeling of love and security that they supposedly offer... that doesn't work. Sometimes I lie there and try to just feel my feelings and accept them for what they are. That only provides short-term relief... but they come back again. I've tried the balancing exercises given in the material, and they don't seem to help that much either.
I know intellectually that "All is Well." I get that- but I don't feel it. Hardly ever. And even in the moments where some small feeling of wellness comes upon me, I immediately get anxious that some other disheartening experience or thing to be worried about is just around the corner. And usually it is. If not in my personal life, then the universe will provide me with catalyst like the recent shooting. Just like clockwork.
I feel broken and scared. I feel like I have some very basic red ray issues going on, and I feel like all the different things I have tried to work on this issue have utterly failed. I don't at all feel safe in this world. On top of this- I am embarrassed with myself because my life has been so easy relative to what I see other people going through on a daily basis that it feels silly to even bring it up.
I'm tired of feeling like this, and I don't know what to do about it. I read all these channeled pieces taking about how something great is just around the corner. I have tried not to place too much stock in these prophecies so as not to be let down when 2013 rolls around and life is "business as usual."
Mostly- I feel as if I have let myself down. The thought of waking up every day for the rest of my life feeling this way is depressing, to say the least. I feel like giving up. Not in the suicidal sense, but just in the sense of just not really trying anymore. Maybe I just need to accept that I am yet another permanently broken person in a permanently broken world. An endless stream of bills to pay and things to fix against the backdrop of perpetual debt, war and psychopathic killers.
So anyway, I just thought I'd share how I really feel.
This is how I wake up nearly every day. For thirty-five years.
What am I anxious about? Who knows... could be anything. Most of the time it is nothing in particular. It's just like a grey cloud of dread that hangs over me. Sometimes it is further up in the sky and I feel more relief. Sometimes it is down low and it feels like it is choking the breath from me. Most of the time the cloud hangs somewhere in the middle of the sky of my consciousness.
Growing up I had a relatively sheltered life. Food, clothing, and shelter were never in jeopardy. I was never physically or sexually abused- at least insofar as I can remember. My parents and my family loved and cared for me.
The only thing I ever come up with as a source for this feeling is that my parents, each in their own way, had anger issues. It was often unpredictable when one of them would explode. For example, it could be a Saturday morning- I am sleeping peacefully in bed and suddenly I am woken up by the shock of my father yelling and screaming and slamming doors over something that would otherwise be a trifle.
Growing up, this pattern became generalized out into the world. In school- some of the kids would loathe me for no apparent reason. I never knew when somebody was going to "lash out" in some way.
When I returned after summer break to my senior year in high school, I was surprised to find that one of my long time friends from elementary school had decided they hated me and wanted nothing more to do with me. Still don't know why.
Some years later, another close friend I met in college went down such a severe spiral of drug and alcohol abuse that he actually had a mental breakdown- including paranoid delusions. As far as I know, this person still believes to this day (over 10 years later) that I was somehow orchestrating a conspiracy against him. When I hear about psychopaths spraying people up with bullets for no good reason- I can't help but wonder if somebody somewhere is actively plotting my death so they can "be free" from whatever negative influence I supposedly have over them.
Similar patterns have emerged in my interactions with people in this forum over the years. I mention this only to show that it is part of a larger pattern that started looooong before I ever started participating here. And while I do admit to sometimes being antagonistic- there have been times where I feel that the anger being directed at me is way out of proportion to anything I actually said. Again- not unique to this forum but part of a larger pattern of my life.
I guess my point is- with all the people I see here and on other sites sharing their inner transformative experiences during this time period- I don't really feel any different.
Every morning I wake up and feel like a scared little boy, wondering who is going to lash out at me today, or what unforeseen near-disaster is going to occur in my life. Of course- most days go by just fine. They would even be pleasant if it wasn't for the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that the "other shoe is about to drop" at any moment.
I have found that intellectualizing and theorizing about my condition doesn't work. Counseling and hypnosis have limited benefits which are not long-lasting. Alcohol grants me a reprieve, but I feel even worse the next day. Marijuana tends to make it worse from the get-go. Diet doesn't seem to help. Exercise doesn't seem to help.
I've tried prayer- that doesn't seem to help. I've tried meditation- that doesn't seem to help. I call to the "angels" to provide me with that feeling of love and security that they supposedly offer... that doesn't work. Sometimes I lie there and try to just feel my feelings and accept them for what they are. That only provides short-term relief... but they come back again. I've tried the balancing exercises given in the material, and they don't seem to help that much either.
I know intellectually that "All is Well." I get that- but I don't feel it. Hardly ever. And even in the moments where some small feeling of wellness comes upon me, I immediately get anxious that some other disheartening experience or thing to be worried about is just around the corner. And usually it is. If not in my personal life, then the universe will provide me with catalyst like the recent shooting. Just like clockwork.
I feel broken and scared. I feel like I have some very basic red ray issues going on, and I feel like all the different things I have tried to work on this issue have utterly failed. I don't at all feel safe in this world. On top of this- I am embarrassed with myself because my life has been so easy relative to what I see other people going through on a daily basis that it feels silly to even bring it up.
I'm tired of feeling like this, and I don't know what to do about it. I read all these channeled pieces taking about how something great is just around the corner. I have tried not to place too much stock in these prophecies so as not to be let down when 2013 rolls around and life is "business as usual."
Mostly- I feel as if I have let myself down. The thought of waking up every day for the rest of my life feeling this way is depressing, to say the least. I feel like giving up. Not in the suicidal sense, but just in the sense of just not really trying anymore. Maybe I just need to accept that I am yet another permanently broken person in a permanently broken world. An endless stream of bills to pay and things to fix against the backdrop of perpetual debt, war and psychopathic killers.
So anyway, I just thought I'd share how I really feel.