Well, it is getting to be that time of year. The end of a long one, and the want to make the incoming year better than the previous. You start to plan goals. Almost always over plan those goals. Set goals that you can attain, but maybe you need to focus on the shorter steps first.
I have a new goal for 2020. To take random days off of work for absolutely no reason other than to take care of me. Every year I decide to “take care of me”, but, as with many of us, it has to do with physical health. Gym, group classes, better nutrition, so on and so on. I have never thought that it needs to be for my mental health most. I HAVE 32 FUCKING DAYS OF VACATION STORED UP! 32! I MEAN……….UGH! The thought of taking care of me gives me anxiety.
I struggle with inadequacy. Feeling inadequate in the career position that I hold. Feeling inadequate in my ability to be there for my clients. Feeling inadequate in helping the others around me that struggle. Feeling financially inadequate, emotionally inadequate, or simply…..inadequate to even get out of bed that morning.
I engulf myself in helping others so that I will feel more adequate about my life……my capabilities. But in turn, I fade. I ignore my feelings about myself. I isolate those discussions, I self-sabotage those around me so they will just not want to be around me anymore, and therefore, confirm what my brain is telling me. You. Are. Inadequate…..OVERALL.
Our brains are tricky organs. And when you suffer from clinical depression……Our brain is our absolute worst enemy. The devil, a liar, a part of you that you MUST have, but you cannot always trust. Your best friend, your loved one, someone you want to believe is good.
And there is no solution here. Am I adequate? Yes. But I also have some inadequacies. And instead of trying to have zero inadequacies, I need to just learn to embrace them.