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Hi everyone,

It's been a while - still going through ups and downs along this path, but I thought instead of looking at anything physical in this moment I would write about and share my deepest feelings. I seem to keep doing the same thing over and over (form of insanity ) in that I focus focus focus on the physical symptoms, the what ifs, the wanting to see more doctors, get more diagnoses, more imaging, search the internet - so I thought I'd interrupt that, even if I'm "faking it till I make it" sort of thing.

here is a list of feelings that erupted from me today during a writing session. Pretty intense. Let me know if anyone can relate.

"It’s hard to articulate the fear that I live with and caring so much others think. There is an intense need for others to accept me and not be mad at me, and I think if I do everything super perfectly and make no mistakes this can be achieved. There is also intense fear that anything unexpected, out of the blue, that doesn’t go according to plan is my fault and that I am then in trouble and there will be big scary consequences. Definitely a sort of self-centered fear. That if I make any mistake along the path of life, there will be consequences and I will pay. And that people want me to pay. Cosmic betrayal trap door thinking. This strange sense that the world revolves around me in a sinister way. Like everyone is relying on me to hold it all together, and if I drop one thing, I will be punished and punished badly. Intense fear and anxiety that feels like death, like dread, like doom. It’s not even anxious, it’s deeper than that - intense sadness. Intense overwhelm and despair and depression. And then I think if I can just make myself look really perfect, this will make me feel perfect and defensible to the world and there won’t be any problems. So then I spend money on the “right” clothes and skin care because this is an attempt to make myself feel safe, when I just never feel safe. I just never feel safe. That fight or flight is so strong in me. It is suffocating.

And this is what to work with.


Never feeling safe.

Intense people pleasing from a place of fear and needing to control. Intense rage at the fact that I do this and being so hard on myself for doing this.

Hating obligation to anything, for fear I might deeply screw up - more fear.

Intense rage that I feel more responsible for other’s feelings than my own and that their feelings are more important and significant than my own or somehow my fault or my responsibility to fix.

Intense fear and paranoia that people secretly hate me or are extremely mad at me.

Horrible intense guilt that I am doing everything wrong, that everyone knows it, and that I ought to be ashamed of myself.

Intense inner judgment. Looking in the mirror and often thinking, I am ugly. I am ugly. Deeply painful.

Intense fear around not having space, time alone, time to breathe and relax.

Intense fear of reaching out - afraid I will be told my feelings are wrong or given advice that makes me feel crazy.

Intense fear of screwing my life up by drinking again or “losing my mind” with not enough recovery.

Intense desire to connect with others and to love and be loved and fear that my feelings are far too big, far too intense, far too overwhelming and there is no hope of connecting - so I shutdown and withdraw. I judge and hate as a defense.

Intense fear of becoming unlovable.

Deeply missing my father and desiring a strong connection that I am afraid just isn’t possible.

Deep deep penetrating sadness for the suffering in my older brother and intense fear he will hurt himself.

Fear I will push my husband away with my gigantic feelings - my very big heart. My oh so big heart.
I become cynical, I think, because I am afraid of how much I love. How very deeply I love and feel. It terrifies me. I feel like a freak. And that it is a liability and a curse. And I don’t know what is true.

A longing for and sadness about the past - especially the teenage years - for I feel I came so close to grasping something and then lost it so desperately at Boulder. Immense grief and sadness and shock and a sense of betrayal around all of this.

A wish that I could be more vulnerable and let my guard down and stop people-pleasing and fall on my knees and beg for love - beg to be understood - beg to be seen - beg to be known.

A deep desire to be understood and known - and I don’t, by anyone."
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These feelings are MASSIVE in me. But I don't think I articulate them much, and I am a very good pretender and very good at appearing competent and together. I feel like two people, or that the person having these emotions is some sort of "spirit" in me that needs to be exorcised.

Anyone relate?

perhaps such intensity of feelings would cause chronic pain....