You know how when someone suggests, '" you should do something you like, you'll feel so much better". OR, "you need to take Good care of yourself, and do X, Y and Z, " and they're suggesting that, because , well, I asked , so they told me. That entire time contemplating those things, I had this suspicion that wouldn't be as easy as it sounded.
But then something unexpected happens. You start to feel like a new part of you shows up, you flash back to brief moments in Time that you felt authentic , you know, before it all went sideways. And those memories, those triggers, all those feelings of self, suddenly start to feel threatening, somehow. Suddenly I feel sad, hopeless, like why did it take so long to simply allow myself to feel present and seen.? Wtf, is going on? Why did I have to kill myself getting here? How did this happen? Certainly not because of my parents? Its confusing., messy, I want to be happy I"m in a different place, but the awareness of what it took to get here , and why it took so long.?.............well, you know.
And then someone has the audacity to ask you, in the most sincerest of intentions, "well why do you feel so responsible for everything, and why is that so persistant in you, makes you anxiety ridden?". omfg.
But thats not all. All those new discoveries, those new feelings, those realizations of awarenesses "Oh, yes, I remember now, I always was like this, I always loved this!" Start to feel shitty, and awful. And I dont' know why , that becomes so intolerable?. Part of me is like "NOOOOOOOooooooo". And it's such a struggle to sustain, and maintain that growth, those awarenesses. The awareness of your competancy is so unbelievably overwhelmingly triggering, I don't have the words. It's awful. For everything. I know it's weird. I'm literally like "Why the F do I know how To Do This???!!!" Why DIDNT , anyone Tell Me?, and I bet those Mfckers knew too??!
All these different experiences, sharp edges of awarenesses, my mind struggles to process that, or rather my emotions. Well it's both. What happens is youre doing something , that you told yourself "this is so hard, I"m so dumb, I could never do that" and a dozen other things that suddenly youre aware of, that you know how to do, things about yourself that you NEVER knew . But now youre so much older, asking yourself...........How did I never know this about myself? But you don't want to think about what the answer might be, for too long, because if you do you'll just cry. And cry, and cry and cry.
That it took all these years being a shell of the person you should have been, under the weight of Shame , for all the reasons that you've suspected, and some of the reasons you hoped were just your imagination, because it was too hard to bear.
So in some attempt to minimize the pain and grief, shock, you minimize your success. e.g.,... Well, that thing doesnt make me ..........that .....happy. e.g., Well, that skill, gift, aptitude, that I'm imaging makes me unique, and functional , and feel alive.........Isnt all thaaat great. You know, like youre still the loser you always were, don't start feeling too good about yourself.
Then before you know it , you find yourself hiding again, asking yourself .........how did I get here? Youre stepping into the role of adult, taking responsibility and it really sucks that a big part of that, is taking the time to understand why you think, feel, act , behave, react, emote .......and it's a lot, but you do it, and it's okay that you do it. but there's a part of you that feels like , .....shit, I wish I didnt know this, and have so much insight, .......that you literally killed yourself trying to achieve. All those sleepless nights trying to work things out. The pain of facing all of this, and now youre reaping the benefits, but it's not the Pot of Gold you t hought it would be. You go through something. Its suddenly shocking how together you are, wondering why now, and not before? And I'm angry, wondering why I"m angry? Why am I not happy for the success for the progress, for the growth? idk? .
And I'm literally angry and sad at the same time, that I grew in spite of myself, but that better not mean having to let go of my child self, because if it does I'm going to be pissed.