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For the days when everything feels too much

  Some days feel like a nightmare — full of pressure and rush. On those days I feel tired, overwhelmed, chased by tasks. It feels like my head is going to explode. Everything slips through my fingers and I lose control, unable to do anything and forced to do everything at the same time. The pressure squeezes me in a deadly hug, trying to drain all my energy and leave me barely breathing on the floor. It feels like there is a fog around me and my mind tries to see through it. Everything becomes too loud, too fast, or sometimes painfully slow. Anxiety fills my body like poison. When I feel that I’m losing the present from my sight, I try to stop and breathe. I take a small moment for myself — closing my eyes, trying to find the safe space in my soul, the refuge inside my body — and I tell myself: Everything will be fine. This will pass. You are strong enough. I try to return to the present by focusing on one task, just one thing I can do right now. Finishing that one small thi...

The core of my anxiety (maybe)

Ten years after my diagnose I decided to finally step up and see through the OCD. I am not going to lie I am scared of this step; however, I want to live.


After I began my cognitive-behavioral therapy, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. I find my therapist truly amazing. We work together very well and I completely trust her.

After months of working with her, something came up quite often. It turns out that the core (or one of the main reasons) of my anxiety is my fear to expose myself. To be mocked at and admit that I am not good enough.

I got curious what might have left such a mark in my mind. I have my unpleasant memories in my life. Moments that I have not succeed at something, moments of rejection, definitely really embarrassing memories, however, I do not remember being mocked at or attacked by somebody. For sure, I had issues with my father and constantly wanted to prove myself to him. This unforgettable path ended a few years ago, again by lots of work with my therapist and one very open conversation with my father. Maybe there was such a situation, which I have buried deep in my mind, but I cannot recall it. However, it sure does great job at making me anxious. I am still working on this I hope that I will have some good news soon!

By this day, this fear and its dimensions still suppress me. I have declined many opportunities fearing I will fail and believing I am not capable or good enough. I have stayed at home of fear that I am not looking presentable enough for others. The list is endless. Every time I have an “excuse” that makes perfect sense to me, making me avoid normal life and connections with people. When I was little, I remember thinking how many things I should change to be beautiful (whatever that means), in order to feel better.

Ten years after my diagnose I decided to finally step up and see through the OCD. I am not going to lie I am scared of this step; however, I want to live. I want to experience this life, to enjoy it, and this is one of the reasons I started this blog. I might fail miserably on an international level. I might be hated, loved and actually, I have no idea. Whatever comes, I will not run, will try not to hide in my safe small world. Finally, I want to accept who I am and to see that it is okay.

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