11/9/08
I woke up this morning thinking about last night. We celebrated my brother’s birthday last night. It was nice to be with family. I never know what to say. After these past 7 years of healing, I still do not know how to socialize and talk to people. I do not know how to chitchat. There used to be a time that I could chitchat with others easily. I guess that is the last step in my healing. I was pretty quiet. I talked some, but not a lot. I do not feel connected to my family. Even though they are all nice people, I feel like they are strangers. Why? I think it is because it still does not occur to me to be helpful to others. I need to learn that again. I remember that it always felt nice to do nice things for others. I actually just remembered that. I used to be that way. I would do anything for others, just to see them smile. There is nothing in my mind to signal me to do nice things. I used to love to connect at a deeper level. Connecting on a soul level is what feels good to the spirit. It was so strong that I would feel the other person’s emotion and I would internalize it. I would get the feeling in my stomach. It was so intense that I actually had to stop talking to people-connecting that way, because it was making me sick.
I like to think I have come a long way. I guess I have, but I am still not where I need to be. You see, I had a collapse. While no doctor ever told me (very honestly I do not trust doctors), I think I had a nervous breakdown. I went through a time of extreme anxiety. I was always pushing myself really hard. My fight or flight reflex was always activated and my stomach was always in knots. Even today, I feel like I am working all the time, but I do not seem to get anything done. It is all busy work. I used not be able to make myself do anything work related. That is after the collapse. I have no desire, for life, for anything. It was that way for a long time, then my desire came back as I honored my spirit. Lately, I have been pushing a lot again. I have been too busy to honor my spirit.
The only thing that feels good is things of the spirit. Everything else in the world is mundane and boring to me. I have gone through most of my money. In retrospect, I should have found a way to go on disability. I grew up with the concept that I should not be a burden on society, that it was my responsibility to take care of myself.
I do not know what else to say about our family gathering last night. It is interesting to me that I seem to connect better with extended family (relatives of relatives) than I do my own family. Maybe that is because I only seem the occasionally. I simply do not know what to say, other than ‘How are you?’ After that I do not know what else to say. I am different than them. Because my attitudes are so different and I think they would not understand me, I am quiet. I hide. I do not share my life.
One of my extended family members has a child that has eczema. She is only 2 years old. I started talking about alternative health, then found myself trying to not say anything. Most people do not understand about alternative health and go a traditional route, which includes medicine. Legal drugs were a big part of my illness. I was the drug queen. I had taken the pill for 25 years, not to mention that every time I had something going on, I was taking antibiotics. Not to mention that I took over the counter medicines constantly. It all added to my collapse. The legal drugs, the over work, the stress and anxiety, the mundane of our world, all of those things led to my collapse.
What else is there to say? I have no desire to do all the mundane things that we do in our culture. I used to be a paperwork queen. I was good at it. I could push myself to get it done. For a long time after my collapse, I could not focus on a paper. I would look at it and could not read it. I could not comprehend what I was reading. I got my real estate license. It was a place for me to heal, a way for me to learn again. The real estate industry is a difficult industry. If I had it to do all over again, I would not choose real estate. There are only a handful of people who make their living in real estate. The majority of agents are part timers who do a deal here or there, and while I did much training so that I would be good at what I do, most of them do not. Like the corporate world, it takes one away from their spirit. I do not like the industry. It leaves me depleted. It stretches my spirituality.
Back to last night. And not being able to think of anything to say. It is better than it used to be. While at one time, I was very social and could talk with pretty much anyone, when I had my collapse, everything that was in my mind was gone. The only thing I know how to relate it to is a DOS screen. My mind was there. But there were no thoughts. It was clean. I had to relearn how to think. Relearn how to talk. In the beginning of the collapse, I would smile at people. That was once I learned how to smile again. There was nothing in my mind to say. I take that back. The only think that was there was the ego, crying out what has happened to me? Ego was afraid and angry. There was nothing that it could share. I was in physical and emotional pain. I was on the verge of tears all the time. If I did talk, which was seldom, not much was said. People did not understand the pain I was in. They thought I was complaining. I guess I was. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to, really talk to. I did go to therapy. I actually worked with a couple of therapists. They helped me tremendously. However, I had to do the work. I was the one that had to work toward coming back into a place of balance. It is interesting to me that all that was there was my ego and my original belief system, you know, the one you learn when you are very young. For me, it was the religious things I learned. And yes, I guess my little kid was there. I wonder if the ego is the same thing as my little kid. I am not sure. The one therapist I went to sent me to someone in his office who was a doctor in the psychology area. That doctor thought I had not had a nervous breakdown. He said my cognitive thinking was good. My little kid was trusting. I felt bad about money. I felt like money and working too much was the reason I was in that place. I could not work for a long time. I was embarrassed. While I am working again, I still do not think I could hold down a traditional job.
I am always hiding because my views are so different than others. Having come back from the dark night of my soul and reconstructed my life, my views are so different than they were previously. A big part of that is because the views I had previously did not work for me. They were part of the reason I collapsed. So I am quiet and rarely feel connected to others. I guess that is the real reason I do not feel connected to my family, or others. The things that are in my mind today are so much different than others. Maybe it is not about not having social skills so much as knowing that most people would not understand my perspectives of life. I have always been a sensitive. Sometimes I think I must be from another planet. The only thing that feels good is things of the spirit.
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