I’m sick. I’ve been sick since June. I’m sick, okay? Don’t you believe me? Doesn’t anyone believe me? Why wouldn’t anyone believe me?
Fine.. don’t believe me. I have no proof. Nope, not one shred. I don’t have a fever or a rash or boils popping out of my skin. I don’t have a runny nose or a sneeze or any sort of infection. And so, no proof. Which means people will doubt me and stare at me and snicker and put me down. Because I don’t have any proof.
I was thinking today that I might be feeling sick because I now have responsiblity at work. I am actually one of the important people. And now that I have more responsibility, I have more pressure.
And really I hate pressure. I’ve always been a slacker. I never studied in school, always got by with Cs and didn’t much care. My self-image is that of a slacker. I have gotten used to that self-image and comfortable with it.
Yes… I have always had a secret desire to want to be important, play a critical role. And yet doing so seems to have dragged my system down into the dumps. My SA and general anxiety go to town. I sit in meetings and talk like I know what I’m talking about (and most of the time I actually do, which really does freak me out).
My neck aches and my throat hurts and I just want to sit on my ass and knit and watch TV and sleep. I have a pressure between my eyes.
I just needed to talk about it a little bit. Just a bit. I used to be so quiet they would tease me at work that I’d have to stand up and say ‘Yo’ every hour just so people knew I was there. That is my self image. And now I’m being doing and acting other than that. And I really don’t think I know how to cope with these changes.
Maybe I just am sick. But sick for four months? That is a long time. The regular docs have no clue. Thought I had a sinus infection and put me on antibiotics. So at camp I was fine… but now that I’m back to work I’m not fine anymore. I wish I could just take a couple of months off work and hide in my house with all the windows closed so no one can see me.
I’m up for scrutiny now. My work, my deeds, my very self, is on the line. Logically I know I’m fine… but I think there is a deep dark lonely terrified part of me that really has no clue what I’m playing at, making friends, doing good work, and being important.
I never was important before.
Tags:
Anxiety,
Physical Health