Self-saboteur
I am a self-saboteur. I constantly sabotage myself, that’s what I do. I feel myself becoming happy about something or someone and it is such an uncomfortable, foreign feeling to me, that my first instinct is to fuck it up and put a stop to this undeserved happiness. My self-talk is so negative and mean, it is like I can’t handle anything that contradicts what the dark part of my brain is telling me and it really fucking sucks.
I was born with faulty wiring in my brain. Basically, without getting too medical, my brain doesn’t know how to properly regulate the amount of serotonin it produces. Serotonin is a neurotransmitter that controls several things, but specially, mood and anxiety. My body has a tendency to over produce serotonin at times, causing me to have manic episodes, which are rare for me these days. More often for me though, my brain under produce serotonin, which causes me to feel depressed and anxious. I’ve been this way all my life, with certain life events compounding my situation, but wasn’t properly diagnosed until a full-on suicidal break down at age 19. Since then I have been on medication, done lots of therapy, read books, changed lifestyle habits, and closely monitored my emotions. Of course, none of this gets rid of the depression completely, it only helps me manage it day to day. Which brings me back to my self-sabotaging behavior and incredibly negative self-talk.
Having lived with depression for so long, I have become an expert in masking my feelings. I am well aware that no one wants to be around the “sad girl.” No one wants to hang out with “Debbie downer,” or deal with someone else’s shit. I mean we all have our own shit going on, right? So, often times I am really good about putting on a smile, pushing through, and focusing on other people’s problems to distract myself from what I’m feeling. Most of the times I have everyone fooled, even myself. Sure, sometimes people will note that I am unusually quiet, which is a big red flag for me considering I never shut up or slow down. Usually at that point, I quietly withdraw from view and people just assume I’m busy with life. I’m able to hide it well.
As someone who suffers from depression, like most people, I do it in silence and have a terrible time asking for help or finally coming forward to say that I’m struggling. After more than 20 years of knowing what I’m dealing with and working tirelessly to deal with it, I still just can’t stand up and tell someone who cares about me that I need help. My self-talk tells me that doing this will just drive people away. No one wants to hear about my problems. I have good reason for feeling this way too. On multiple occasions, I’ve had people in my life, who I thought I could trust and confide it, tell me that I am just too much and walk away from me. That hurts worse than anything. That rejection of the darkest part of me. That feeling of never being able to truly be seen. It causes me to double down of the idea of never really showing people who I am, which is incredibly difficult because I believe in living a genuine and honest life. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. I want to be seen for who I am, but know I am not accepted for that person. Then that one piece of who I am, that dark part of my brain, is able to take over and cancel out all the good qualities I know I have. It is like a little devil sitting on my shoulder, whispering evil thoughts into my ear. These evil thoughts aren’t about others, they are all about me, and how unworthy I am of love, acceptance, and happiness.
As much as I fight the devil on my shoulder, I often give into her. I feel happiness coming into my life, things are going well, and that maybe I’m okay, but then the devil speaks, and it all falls apart. I hear all the awful things that she tells me, and I begin to doubt everything. My insecurities creep up on me like a thick fog in the night. Suddenly, I can’t see anything clearly. She tells me “Don’t be stupid! You don’t deserve to feel this way. You are being lulled into a false sense of security so that you let down your guard. As soon as you let that guard down, everything is going to turn to shit, and you are going to be hurt. Don’t fall for this trap! Run away, don’t let anyone in! You don’t deserve to be happy; you aren’t supposed to feel good. Stick with feeling shitty and you will never be too disappointed.” Then I do something to sabotage whatever is going right in my life. I strike out into that dark fog, hoping to hit anything I can. Usually that anything is a person. I say harsh things to push people away. I feel shitty, so I make others feel shitty. Then I feel more shitty for being such awful person. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. I feel vindicated when the person I hurt retreats from me like a wounded animal. See, my devil was right. I am a horrible, terrible, unworthy person, who doesn’t know how to be a normal human being, and I don’t deserve to have people in my life because I treat them like shit. I am meant to be alone. Then the cycle continues. The depression pushes in from all sides until I feel I can no longer breath.
I can’t even identify how I am able to break that cycle and briefly get back to my life. Every time I fall into the cycle I ask myself, how did I get out of this last time? How did I beat my devil and quiet my negative self-talk long enough to pull myself out of the hole I constantly dig for myself? In all honestly, I don’t know. It is just another mystery of how my brain works. My brain, which is so messed up with faulty wiring and horrible messages about myself, that keeps me from feeling capable of being normal or happy. My brain that causes me to push everyone and everything good in my life away. My brain that feels like it is so rotted by this one, small, but pervasive dark aspect of me, that all that is good about me can never overcompensate for the darkness in me. My brain that is full of negative self-talk and constantly causes me to self-sabotage. My brain that I fight everyday just to survive.