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“I have been through terrible things in my life, some of which actually happened.” - Mark Twain
I am terrified of happiness. This is a recent realisation. I am most at peace when things are broken and need fixing. Because I am a fixer - I love making the tea, stroking the hair, fretting over the bugs in my code, straightening pillows, giving advice. I am my mother. Except for the coding part. She’d hate that.
A few days ago, I woke up very early. I was immediately happy, which made me immediately anxious. Something’s got to be wrong, right? It’s not normal, waking up feeling utterly at peace; warm, safe and loved. It’s not right, rolling over and taking in the face of this other person who has yet to cause more than slight frustration.
This is my problem. My reality has not been full health - I’ve always contended with some physical ailment. My reality has not been stable relationships - I’m a self-confessed fire-starter. I’ve sabotaged relationships and other positive events because I can. If things are okay (before this, okay was the bar. I never set it higher than that) I’d pick, prod and probe to see if I could break it. Broken is normal. And it makes me feel normal.
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Because hiding is a lot easier than failing.
On the previously mentioned morning, I took a minute to think about my aversion to being happy. I listed the reasons why I was feeling so good (most of them had to do with the gorgeous face on the opposite pillow). Then I consciously listed the ways I could destroy these strong, exquisite emotions and the events surrounding and perpetuating them. Consciously, because in the past I would either deny that my sadness* was my fault and blame somebody, anybody else, or justify my actions as being a protective* mechanism.
(the by-product of self-inflicted sabotage*)
(not complete bullshit, but bullshit nonetheless*)
Yup, let me tell you, that shit doesn't fly.
So recently, I’ve started thinking about what I would usually do to get back to unhappy and comfortable, and then I flat-out refuse to do those things.
There have to be other people around who deal with issue too (I’m not crazy!), so this is the advice part because, you know, fixer.
- Consciously make the decision to be happy. Because you’re worth it. Lolsies! Kidding. But seriously, everyone needs to understand that disease, malady, pain, suffering - these things are not the normality. Don’t keep accepting pain just because you’ve grown used to having it around.
- Keep breathing. Let me tell you something. If you have conditioned your mind and heart to pain (whether it’s in your family relationships, job, romantic relationship, friendships, etc.) being happy all of a sudden… It’ll scare the shit out of you. The anxiety is normal. Breathe, allow it to pass and carry on. It gets easier every day.
- Give/receive affection. As much as you can! Bursts of oxytocin=less anxiety=MOAR HAPPY.
- Stay present. I’m a serious worrier. And the future is one thing I worry about ALL THE DAMN TIME. Happiness is a daily decision - make it daily, practise it daily, stick to it daily. Think about it on the daily. Sometimes it’s okay to let tomorrow handle itself.
Here, have another cat.
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Ciao!