Things are good, y’all. I mean, really, really good. LarBear and I are all moved into a really nice new (to us) home, things are organized, tons of junk and clutter has been purged, it looks good, hell, it even smells good. There is nothing I don’t absolutely love about this new house.
And other things are good, too. I started a mini dose of an antidepressant two weeks ago, and have had no manic symptoms. I am slowly weaning off another medication that my psychiatrist believes is leading to my mysterious weight gain.
Things are going great with LarBear, have actually never been better. I am in the most stable and healthy romantic relationship of my life. We are a team and we lean on each other and we care for each other and we just make each others’ lives so incredibly much better than they ever have been.
I haven’t heard word one from my ex-step-father or any of his side of the family, and I am superbly grateful for that, and believe that has also gone a long way in minimizing my anxiety and stress level. Getting rid of all that toxic negativity, it just did me such good.
So really, the problem is that there ARE no problems. I went to therapy this week, and the first thing my therapist asked me, was what was I going to do to not sabotage the happiness I am finding? Because that is what I do, it is what I have always done. Happiness or contentment or joy have always been so fleeting for me, and it is always me chasing them off my own porch with a broom.
The answer to that question lies in many things. First of all, how am I going to KNOW that I am sabotaging my happiness? Well, I can spout out a short little list of things from just today that I have done to sabotage my happiness that range from picking a really silly fight (very short lived) with the LarBear to deciding to experiment with my Klonopin (as in not taking it even though I know that I really, really need it) to not taking a shower and getting dressed this morning (daily hygiene fail) to letting myself get too worked up about other people’s problems.
How do I let myself feel, or how do I reassure myself that it really IS okay to be happy, to feel joy, contentment? I’m still working on that. What my head always tell me is the inevitable — that it won’t last, it never has before, and its not going to start now. My head goes on to remind me that Fall is upon us, meaning Winter soon, and that always spells horrors for my stability.
Does it have to, though? Is it possible that I could make it through Fall and Winter relatively unscathed? That I could keep up with my daily tasks and my hygiene and meds and relationship-building and therapy and all of the other daily skills, and maybe slide just fine through to Spring?
Well sure, I suppose it’s possible. I just have to avoid all of these tiny self-sabotaging behaviors that I engage in, and focus on the more positive, skill building behaviors that I have been concentrating on lately.
Gee, Rosa, is that all you ask from yourself? You are such a loser.
You see, that voice is there, so loud and strong, criticizing my every move. It will take massive determination on my part to ignore it, to turn the mind, to practice opposite to emotion. But I think I can. I’m pretty sure I can, anyway. Or at least I’m going to try.
What self-sabotage pitfalls do you find yourself getting tripped up by? How do you keep yourself on a more positive path? Do share your secret cures for all that ails…