I got busy. Then we decided to use a lot less electricity for a while (no artificial lights and no computers during darkness) and my computer time went down. I'm cheating today because I am in a bad mood.
I went and saw my therapist on Thursday and that was a good thing because I was having a lot of intrusive suicidal ideation all week before that. Over the weekend I just didn't have the thoughts and that was restful. But this morning Calli had a hard time sleeping and I wasn't very patient with her and I feel quite guilty about it and here I am. Noah tapped me out because I wasn't being very patient. Shanna didn't have this many sleep interruptions. This is hard. I don't handle many of them–Noah does 90% of them. Once in a while I try to tap him out around four so that he can get a little sleep before work. I did that last night and I shouldn't have. Turns out she had just barely woken up and he had slept most of the night. Dang it. That's what I get for trying to be nice. He came back at five and told me I could be done. He's very nice. It's going to be a long day and I will be nicer to the kids all day if I have some time when I am not being kicked or having someone scream in my ear.
Running continues. I have missed a couple of days of training due to tripping. I feel mixed about that. It just means I need to be more careful, right? I don't think that long term it will be a problem that I lost a total of three and a half miles more than five months before the marathon. I will still get enough miles logged. It will be fine. I'm struggling with my attitude about running. Some where in tracking I stopped thinking about it as "just get there" and started thinking "I am a loser for being this slow." I am not a loser. I am not an athlete. I do not have a history of running. I'm doing fucking great. My attitude isn't great and I'm trying to work on it. I wish I could just feel happy with myself for what I have done so far. I don't know why I feel so little pride in the half marathon. I suppose because I was bitching and moaning in my head the whole time. I cried through a lot of the race and felt self-pitying. Why should I feel pride in spending three hours feeling that way? Running is extremely emotional for me. I think about my siblings a lot. I think about my brothers and how they used to run. I think about being told all my life that I was not athletic and never being given space to try. If I wasn't going to go out and be the fastest person on a track team tomorrow I shouldn't bother to get off the couch.
I think about how I want my kids to perceive exercise. And I think it sucks that my experience of running is that it triggers a lot of crying and very sad thinking. I wish to God that I had memories of my family that made me happy. I want to be able to think of something that has happened to me and not cry or feel bitter. How do I turn things like a half marathon into something to feel kind of lame about? I know I didn't "enjoy" running it. So it doesn't count. I sure as heck wasn't that fast. I feel like there is no point in me doing things. I think that at least part of me believes that because no one will be there at the finish line whether I am the first person or the last who gives a shit about me so why bother? It doesn't matter what I go do when I am alone in a room by myself. I don't really exist.
I go see a therapist because I need to have an "authority" who I can come back to time and time again who I can come back to and get continual reassurance that I am doing the right thing. I need to be seen. I need to have someone I can trust witnessing my life who isn't going to allow me to be invisible. I have had a few good therapists in my life. They have all been able to present a neutral facade no matter what I am telling them about until I ask them for feedback. Then they react a great deal. I can't handle working with a therapist who flinches and pulls away from me when I talk about the things that are going on in my head. I can't expect neutrality from Noah or my friends. I have gotten to the point in my therapy career where I talk about that on the first visit with a new person. "I need a blank wall. I will project all of my shit onto you if you give me any reaction." My current therapist has a wonderful presence. She radiates comforting. I like her.
Last week we talked a lot about what it means that having panic attacks and feeling suicidal is my normal. What do I do about that? How do I go about living my life knowing that it is true? I have yet to have a stage of life where I have gone more than a year without thinking about suicide. I didn't think about it for the first year of Shanna's life. Then I had a miscarriage and a bunch of issues with my mother.
If I wasn't someone with a panic disorder what would my life look like? How would I interact with people? What would would I do with my time? I have to construct this story out of whole cloth. I try to guess. I switch social groups so often because I don't feel like I guess well and then I am afraid to see people again. I won't be able to duplicate the same "character" I was trying for the last time I saw them. A lot of how this is manifesting is I just don't talk as much any more. I feel like I only have bad things to say so I shouldn't say anything at all. Sometimes I get into a blurty stage because I have so many words in my head and I don't have very many appropriate places to put them.
I want my kids to have a different relationship with exercise than I have. So I pretend that running is awesome and I do a lot of it. I like that my kid thinks nothing of the mile walk to the park. She would much rather walk to the park than drive because she thinks car seats are annoying. We have a different sense of time than most people. We have long days to fill. We don't do much and we don't have very many obligations at specific times. Well, we do a lot. It's just all decided at the last minute and most of it is in or near our house.
How would I live if I didn't have panic attacks and suicidal ideation? I'm not really sure what would be different. I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't waste so much physical energy on being afraid. Terror is hard on the body. My body feels terror a great deal of the time while I am doing common every day things. I wish I understood how much it was taking away from me, although I'm not sure I need more reasons to be resentful. I don't like my body for being maladapted in this way. I wish my body understood that it is ok to be safe here. I kind of feel like part of it was being mailed the letter. People who are mad at me aren't even going to limit telling me that I'm bad to the internet. They are going to mail shit to my house so that I can't avoid knowing that I'm bad even if I avoid the internet. Well, fuck.
I want the voices inside my head to be kind to me. I want to know how to change those tapes. I'm tired of feeling like I loathe myself. I'm tired of feeling critical of my accomplishments. I really and truly am safe. I feel like I need to get to the place where I can really trust that Noah and Shanna and Calli are probably always going to like me. They will get mad at me as well. Other people need to be not my problem. I need to stop caring if other people think I am bad. I need to stop rehearsing these tapes that confirm that people think I am bad. I need to not care that what I am doing is not good enough for other people. That isn't my job. I don't need to be good enough for them. Three people. What would my body feel like if I really understood that I only need to expend energy worrying about three people instead of untold numbers? I think I should make up that story in my head. That should probably be my story all the time. Then I won't have to worry about remembering a new one. This is my family. I care for them and they care for me.
Instead of hearing my brother criticize me I need to hear Shanna telling me that I'm the best mom in the world. Shanna has already declared that she is running in a race with me as soon as she is big enough. I guess I will have to keep running. I need to get the wheels fixed on her bike so she can ride while I run.
I had to have kids or I probably wouldn't have made it to thirty. I have been suicidal for a very long time. My will power needs rejuvenation. Right now my job is to teach my kids how to be functional, happy adults. That means I have to figure out how such a person behaves and act like that in front of them all the time. So I cry when I run. Maybe I should stop feeling bad about that. Maybe it's really awesome that I have space in my life where I am alone and I get to vent those horrible overwhelming emotions. Maybe a skinned knee isn't the worst thing in the world. I do need to pay more attention when I am running. I want to show Shanna how to be competent and that means being at least minimally attentive. Injuries suck, yo.
Thank you for sharing this, it is inspiring to see you go. Your kids will be amazing people, because you are an amazing person!
Thank you. I feel like a big lame loser, not an amazing person. I wish I could have an easier life. Oh well.
Most amazing people feel like big lame losers.
If they don’t, then they’re arrogant assholes.
You can quote me on that!
And why should anybody else’s opinion matter anyway?
I mean, fuck…
We can’t even tell a big lame loser from an amazing person!
I have looped-tapes of self-destructive talk prattling away in my head, too.
Mine are like: “You’re dumb. What a stupid idea. You klutz. What a jerk. Shut-up, nobody’s interested in what you have to say. Don’t even bother trying – you’ll fail – like always. Clumsy idiot. What a pain in the ass. You can’t do anything right. You’re ugly. Skinny-ass. Fool. Retard. Dumb shit. Be quiet and go away.”
I control them with one, simple, stupid mental trick
(that I have to keep at all the time).
Whenever I catch myself treating myself nasty I remind myself how I would never treat anyone, even arrogant assholes, like that, and that “anyone” includes me.
It sounds like a really stupid way to deal with it.
But, it works – for me, at least.
I don’t think my nasty voices will ever go away.
I fight them, one way or another, every, single day.
But, at least I can get them to shut the fuck up a little bit.
Thank you, friend.
You are doing great.
I wish I could share Lance Armstrong’s biography with you. He is THE champion distance cyclist and has won the Tour de France, the most insane race on earth multiple times. 100+ miles a day for every day for three weeks. He is the ultimate badass.
And he writes about how… it SUCKS. It sucks for every mile sometimes and being a world class athlete means you keep going anyway and keep focusing on the goal.
It made me feel better about the fact that this stuff is neither easy nor fun for me, I just do it anyway and keep doing it.
If a world champ still thinks it SUCKS, I feel better about how I feel…
I think that part of my journey needs to be letting go of the desire to be free from strife. I’m not sure that really happens for anyone but I seem to want it.
i suspect that’s why people toss their own butts offa cliffs and stuff – to try to be free of strife.
at least, that’s why *i’m* sorely tempted, sometimes, to drive head-long into a big tree at a very high rate of speed.
to, simply, make it all stop.
thing is,
the assumption in that action is that
where i’ll end up
will be
significantly *less* strife-filled
than where
i am right now.
i’m *pretty* certain that’s the case.
but not i’m not absolutely convinced.
it’s not like you can back out of that choice once you’ve made it.
and that’s *always* a bad position to be in…
BTW:
Your “Short-Hair Running” icon makes you look very much in charge.
Aren’t you ‘fraid
of getting sued
for false advertising? ;]
I know from experience that sometimes if my body is under stress for a long time, it needs extra support. I have taken adrenal supplements and found them to be helpful. Sometimes the hormones can be pretty messed up too, as shown by blood tests and saliva tests. For a while I was supplementing with bioidentical DHEA as well. That’s the hormone that counteracts an excess of cortisol.
Anyway, it might be something to look into, if you haven’t already.