I've been thinking about writing something for a while. With Christmas upon us I thought it was probably a good time to say something in the hope that it might be helpful.
I've had a rough few years in a certain sense. Without going into details, work has been filled with a thousand petty indignities and left me feeling pretty worthless. At the same time there have been traumas at home. My usual reaction is to look after people as best I can, and I take a lot of things on myself. I try to take a positive approach to problems - in work for example I persuaded them to let me do a Masters (my second) and I excelled at that.
It wasn't until I submitted the thesis in the summer that I suddenly felt like I'd been hit by a train, emotionally. I had several panic attacks, as I now understand them, and was having real trouble sleeping and functioning. I also had to deal with irrational fears (silly things - that I am losing my hair, being a recurring one) that were gripping me and just driving me mad with worry. I suppose I had always thought that taking the 'right' (sensible, mature, positive) approach to problems meant that I was dealing with them.
I went to my GP - something I haven't done very often, and she recommended a counsellor. Being typically male I find it very difficult to talk about "my feelings" and all of that BS, but I had to accept that something wasn't right.
It's helped. Slowly, but certainly. I'm very fortunate to have great friends and family who are very supportive, but they didn't know how to help; and I didn't know how to let them help either.
The most striking thing to me is that the hardest part was saying to anyone, even my closest family that "I'm not OK". Getting that thought out was incredibly difficult. I'm certainly one for 'managing' or 'dealing with it' - just putting the thoughts to one side and getting on with meeting my obligations. In fact I kept doing this until I had no option but to do something, as I just wasn't functioning anymore.
I have no particular desire to share 'my problems' - rather I can say that not given them space to be felt means that they can eventually get on top of you. I wouldn't pretend that things are perfectly fine now either, but I am functioning a bit better at least.
So, you know, look after yourself.
I've had a rough few years in a certain sense. Without going into details, work has been filled with a thousand petty indignities and left me feeling pretty worthless. At the same time there have been traumas at home. My usual reaction is to look after people as best I can, and I take a lot of things on myself. I try to take a positive approach to problems - in work for example I persuaded them to let me do a Masters (my second) and I excelled at that.
It wasn't until I submitted the thesis in the summer that I suddenly felt like I'd been hit by a train, emotionally. I had several panic attacks, as I now understand them, and was having real trouble sleeping and functioning. I also had to deal with irrational fears (silly things - that I am losing my hair, being a recurring one) that were gripping me and just driving me mad with worry. I suppose I had always thought that taking the 'right' (sensible, mature, positive) approach to problems meant that I was dealing with them.
I went to my GP - something I haven't done very often, and she recommended a counsellor. Being typically male I find it very difficult to talk about "my feelings" and all of that BS, but I had to accept that something wasn't right.
It's helped. Slowly, but certainly. I'm very fortunate to have great friends and family who are very supportive, but they didn't know how to help; and I didn't know how to let them help either.
The most striking thing to me is that the hardest part was saying to anyone, even my closest family that "I'm not OK". Getting that thought out was incredibly difficult. I'm certainly one for 'managing' or 'dealing with it' - just putting the thoughts to one side and getting on with meeting my obligations. In fact I kept doing this until I had no option but to do something, as I just wasn't functioning anymore.
I have no particular desire to share 'my problems' - rather I can say that not given them space to be felt means that they can eventually get on top of you. I wouldn't pretend that things are perfectly fine now either, but I am functioning a bit better at least.
So, you know, look after yourself.
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