First, thanks @Pinkie B because you got me to thinking. The answer to why I did things and why I didn't do things is the same thing - it's that box that I live in.
I do remember when I was younger feeling like I couldn't walk out of my safe zone. Couldn't even walk out onto the porch. Why it was hard to do some things - even showering or going to bed, or washing the dishes. I would know I needed to do these things, it was just hard to get out of this box to do them. Like something just stopping me. That same thing that would make me freeze when I'm stressed and not be able to walk across the room to get a drink of water even though I'm feeling dehydrated.
But it was that same box that made me do things that I had no choice but to do. It was that same box that kept my legs moving to walk into work when I so desperately didn't want to, and kept me from crawling into a corner somewhere to hide when that's all I wanted to do.
I hate the box. I don't know where it comes from. I don't know what it is but it seems to control the things I do and the things I don't do and it won't go away. I guess it's been a good thing at times - it did force me to go to work and it did prevent me from killing my teenage kids - lol (that's a joke for those that may not know it). But it did keep me from hitting and doing anything physical that could done damage. I'd be so furious sometimes that I would want to destroy something but I couldn't. The more stressed, the tighter the box - to the point I'm unable to move a finger (it's like when your eyes are fixated on an object and you can't pull them away).
But I know it's stress related. When I'm happily working on a project, I have more freedom. I can run out and get what I need without any difficulty. But like this past week, I've felt more stressed and depressed for some reason and it's hard to do anything. I had to go out yesterday to get some groceries and walking through the store I find myself gripping tightly to the buggy handle and practically having to drag myself, not breathing correctly, making me a little short of breath and so on. It was like having to climb a mountain, a jagged rocky mountain. It can be a saving grace and it can be a nightmare. And it's why I'm never completely relaxed. And why I sleep so tense that I so often wake up with tension headaches ( like today).
So, anyone else have this problem?
I do remember when I was younger feeling like I couldn't walk out of my safe zone. Couldn't even walk out onto the porch. Why it was hard to do some things - even showering or going to bed, or washing the dishes. I would know I needed to do these things, it was just hard to get out of this box to do them. Like something just stopping me. That same thing that would make me freeze when I'm stressed and not be able to walk across the room to get a drink of water even though I'm feeling dehydrated.
But it was that same box that made me do things that I had no choice but to do. It was that same box that kept my legs moving to walk into work when I so desperately didn't want to, and kept me from crawling into a corner somewhere to hide when that's all I wanted to do.
I hate the box. I don't know where it comes from. I don't know what it is but it seems to control the things I do and the things I don't do and it won't go away. I guess it's been a good thing at times - it did force me to go to work and it did prevent me from killing my teenage kids - lol (that's a joke for those that may not know it). But it did keep me from hitting and doing anything physical that could done damage. I'd be so furious sometimes that I would want to destroy something but I couldn't. The more stressed, the tighter the box - to the point I'm unable to move a finger (it's like when your eyes are fixated on an object and you can't pull them away).
But I know it's stress related. When I'm happily working on a project, I have more freedom. I can run out and get what I need without any difficulty. But like this past week, I've felt more stressed and depressed for some reason and it's hard to do anything. I had to go out yesterday to get some groceries and walking through the store I find myself gripping tightly to the buggy handle and practically having to drag myself, not breathing correctly, making me a little short of breath and so on. It was like having to climb a mountain, a jagged rocky mountain. It can be a saving grace and it can be a nightmare. And it's why I'm never completely relaxed. And why I sleep so tense that I so often wake up with tension headaches ( like today).
So, anyone else have this problem?
