I sure was in a bad place, or maybe just a strange place when I wrote last night’s post. I was trying to explain to DSB why I felt like hell about not getting anything accomplished. He didn’t try and say that I actually did get some things accomplished (which I did), he just gave it the same ultra-rational take as he does on everything: “Stop thinking about it and do it. Just do it.”
Sometimes I feel like my life is a Nike commercial. Being urged to “just do it” constantly. It just isn’t that easy and I do wish it was. After blogging, I would like to add that I gave myself a facial and took a shower. It felt very nice, almost like I was rewarding myself for my breakthrough. I am hoping I can do something similar tonight, if not tomorrow.
Part of DBT is that you are supposed to be kind to yourself. I, and most people with a mood disorder, am not very good about it. Because really, seriously, let’s just admit it, deep down (or maybe right at the surface), there is a good bit of self-loathing going on, at least some of the time. At least that’s how it is for me.
I have taken a well-known self-compassion scale in DBT many times and found the same one here, that you can take yourself, if interested, as well. My scores are miserable. I am not kind to myself, am full of self-judgement, don’t feel part of humanity, feel isolated, am not mindful, and am over-identified. I have taken the same scale many times throughout my “recovery process” and have always turned up the same.
How many people do you know that are self-compassionate? I can’t think of many, but I don’t have a very big circle. Maybe you know people who love themselves and care for themselves and are easy with themselves when their flaws are revealed. That, according to the only two therapists I have had in my 17 year stint in DBT-based therapy, is what it’s all about.
To heal, you must be kind to yourself. You must practice self-compassion. Be easy on yourself, and give credit where credit is due. It’s been 17 years and you think I would have “bought in” by now, right? Why haven’t I? Is it willfulness, rearing it’s ugly head? Perhaps. Is the lack of self-compassion learned behavior? Certainly could be. I can point to the major players in my life and look at how hard they are on themselves and think, “hmmmm, I wonder…”
It doesn’t really matter where it came from, just that it’s hear. I do believe you, oh you two therapists out there, when you say that I need to be kinder and gentler with myself, do nice things for myself, treat myself well, cut myself some slack. It is just so damn hard to do.
After my self-administered facial and long shower last night, I felt amazing. If that is just one small step towards giving myself some kindness, I might even try it again. There’s a little voice telling me I don’t deserve it, but the long term goal is to quash that voice and start thinking about what the next kind thing is I can do for myself.