The last month has been a mix of triumphs/failures over familiar self-defeating habits, and efforts to engage. I have battled away thoughts of withdrawing and at times I have succumbed to them.
I invited a friend from my summer creative arts course to come for coffee in my new home. That was quite a big deal as I cannot remember the last time I ever had anyone other than family come to my home.
I am working hard on the idea of friends being like layers of an onion. In my world it has always been all or nothing - and as a result I have only ever had one friend at a time and all my energy is invested in that friend. Whatever is mine is theirs... I do anything, go anywhere for them. I give them my heart. There would be an intensity which I now realize is one sided.
Anyway back to the onion - I am trying to come to terms with the idea that friends can be let in at various levels and do not have to be either all the way in or all the way out.
It feels a little uncomfortable to call someone who I do not know well or who does not know me well - a friend.
A wave of tiredness has swept over me and the desire to withdraw is ever so strong. My focus is on my new home and feeling safe there, and Milky ( my dog ). Anything else just seems too overwhelming. I even struggled to go to the art/craft group in where I get support and can be creative. I just could not cope with trying to put on a brave face and be around others. So for 4 weeks I did not attend. When I returned I gave out my new address and phone number in effort to be more open to friendships.
This week has been especially difficult with bad nights and anxiety. I feel frustration as my new doctor and CPN don't know me and I am, on the outside, all smiles saying,'yes I am fine, thanks.' but inside I am screaming nobody understands. I know it is my responsibility to tell folks what is going on and that folks cannot mind read but it just seems so important to convince everyone I am okay. Everyone thinks I am doing so well and coped so well with the move, I have a lovely new home. a wonderful energetic dog, family close by and have new avenues to explore... so it feels wrong for me to be feeling so bad. I'm afraid people won't understand. I am glad and relieved to have moved but I guess I have to accept I cannot just escape the inner/outer turmoil of being me.
My anxiety is compounded as I am meeting up with a woman on Monday, who also suffers from mental illness, to go for a walk. She recently lost her mum and has no-one and wants to lose weight. The meeting is being facilitated by a care worker who feels we may be able to support each other.
I am terrified but feel a deep sense of compassion that she has lost her mum and has no-one. I feel a responsibility that I make the connection with her work. I am full of doubt and 'what if's'. I am scared she does not like me and it will feel like another failure. I am not a talker and am very quiet which is often taken the wrong way. I know that the woman will also be anxious and possibly have the same fears as me but maybe if we are brave enough...

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