Ordinarily, I like getting dressed up, going out and having fun. Even if it's just for a few hours, it gives me a perfect distraction from the 96,000 thoughts going round my mind, and just allows me to pretend that I'm okay without having to maintain that "absolutely fine, positively happy" mask that I have to put on when I'm at work. Throughout my late teens and up until I was 21, I loved going out. My job meant that after work we'd go for drinks, off to clubs, and most nights for nearly three years straight ended in the early hours of the morning, arriving home in a taxi, often crossing my Mother on the doorstep on her way to work. I wasn't one of those girls who went out to get drunk, many nights I'd only have one or two drinks, it was simply the company and nightlife that I thrived off. It was the ideal scenario for my depression and my eating disorders; drinks at night, sleep all day - no time for eating or to stop and take note of where your mind was. In my little head, it was perfect.
Anybody who has or currently works in theatre will know that it's a very antisocial job, you end up spending a lot of your time with the people you work with, often planning nights out after performances, simply being on the same work schedule and sleeping pattern made it very easy to be extremely social despite the antisocial hours. Despite having lots of people around me, I was still incredibly lonely. I brushed any negative feelings aside and simply lived for the moment. But I was struggling.
Fast forward to a few years later. I look back at my old self and I almost envy her, being able to ignore the overwhelming feelings that consume my mind 24/7 is a luxury that I lost a long time ago. I get fleeting feelings of happiness, which I am so thankful for because without those, I don't know where I would be, but at some point, "it" always creeps back up on me.
Social situations are something I now dread. The thought of being somewhere that I am not 100% sure that I want to be, or in the company of people that I trust implicitly absolutely terrifies me. When I am overwhelmed with thoughts of self loathing, or my mood drops, or I am triggered by something, it does not matter where I am or who I am with, it will simply become too much and I will completely flip; there are tears, followed by panic attacks, followed by what I call "Zombie mode" where I go into what can only be described as an almost catatonic state. The thought of that happening when I'm out, or with people who don't know what to do or say to me terrifies me. Maybe that's letting it win, maybe that's me being defeatist, because I have given in, I have let it control what I do and where I go. But I know my mind, and I know that these happen too regularly to risk it, for now, that is the best course of action for me.
So on Saturday I was faced with an occasion that required my presence; an entire day in the company of my family and extended family, in all around 25-30 people. My family as a whole tend to only get together around 4/5 times a year, so it wasn't something I could skip out on, especially as it was one of the very younger members' (whom I adore) third birthday party.
It was hard. I struggled. I suffered. I didn't show once how I was feeling, or if I did, it just wasn't mentioned. But I did it, I got through the day, and I am so proud of myself for doing so.
What I am also proud of is the fact that straight after I got off the train home, I went to a work friends' hen party, where I was yet again in a crowd of about 14 people. I was terrified at the prospect of having to put on a facade for two situations, one after the other with no real pause for clarity, for almost 17 hours. One I can just about handle at a time, but two at once? I didn't think it was possible, but I did it.
Small victories. It is those I am proudest of.
I am paying for it now. I woke up just mentally and emotionally exhausted, with crippling anxiety and the inability to feel or think coherently. But that's okay, because I achieved a huge step yesterday, today I am simply "suffering the consequences"
Every action has a reaction. Every action we take has a consequence. If the action is something positive, hold onto that. My consequence is simply my mind coping with the strength that it had garnered for a prolonged period of time yesterday. I am not seeing today as a defeat, I am seeing yesterday as a step forward.
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