The overwhelming sensation of nothingness is mostly what I feel right now. It does not have a depressive quality, but more of a “shut down” quality. Yesterday in therapy I attempted to access that which is bubbling below the surface and it is just so difficult.
I am using a lot of self-soothe and distract skills, but really need to work on PLEASE (basic ADL’s, especially bathing and grooming), turning the mind, opposite to emotion, and improve the moment. DBT skills are never forgotten, but I can lose track of them and they get pushed out of sight. Thankfully my therapist and can turn me back in the right direction, but it is really a lot of work. The best thing I have going for me right now is that I am being willing, in that I am at the point where I will do anything if there is the slightest chance it will make me feel better.
I have spent the entirety of my work-life lying to myself, my family, my supervisors, my co-workers about my ability to complete the work assigned. I do not know if I have ever worked a 40-hour week, even though I usually have claimed to. It is not something I am proud of, and it is something that has taken a toll on my mental health, but I am hoping that my days of hiding out in parking lots and chain smoking, talking to my mom on the phone, and generally being AWOL for long stretches of time during the day (because I simply can’t TAKE IT!) are over.
After long consultation with Goddess of Mindfulness, and discussion with QoB, I think I am going to go ahead and file for SSDI/SSI. I have never been able to hold down a full-time job for an extended amount of time and actually put in the time required. How many times do I go through this with a new job? I’m fine for a little bit but before you know it, I’m a wreck and am missing work and being AWOL all the time. It just doesn’t feel good.
With filing for SSDI/SSI, I can finally take care of myself instead of embroiling myself in ridiculous levels of stress every day. And I have had jobs that shouldn’t have been stressful, and still was not able to complete the work in those jobs, even working part-time.
In some ways, this decision comes as a relief…I won’t have to pretend and lie anymore. In other ways, it feels bad because it makes me feel as if I am a failure and I am giving up. The good feelings about it outweigh the bad, and I am just hopeful that the people that I love and who love me can accept this decision as something I have to do, if I am going to have any kind of long-term sanity. This decision has given me the smallest amount of hope that life can be better. I can just hope that the pinprick keeps opening wider.