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by chozo_Archive
I get these fuckers all the time. They suck the life right out of me. Right the fuck out of me.
I have always connected it to my impulsive nature, and I have been *slowly* trying to address this. It astounds me how much I am driven by my impulses and emotions and how little control my mind actually has over my body. It's a difficult process for me to understand, because I started getting them after I started smoking pot and dropping acid and what have you, which unfortunately coincided with hitting puberty. These could probably both be instigators, but it would be nice to know for sure and be able to pinpoint what led up to the initial onset.
Eventually I began getting them sober. In a belated response, I kicked all drugs but booze, which I never really thought aggravated these motherfucking lifedrainers to take hold the way the herb definitely did. It's nervousness, extreme self-conciousness, physical and mental anxiety, and of course the previously mentioned 'flight response'--which is very, very real--all wrapped up in a flour tortilla of your own impotence to fight The Beast. I have faced The Beast many times, and The Beast has always ripped me apart. It is shaming. I have never felt so humiliated, but there is nothing to do but keep fighting it however you can.
I used to go to therapy for what I imagine my parents thought was depression but it ended up a waste of time and money. I don't ever intend to go back. There are an infinite number of other people fighting the same fight, and that in every case, that fight is only against themselves.
There's a great quote by the stoic Epictetus, which I yanked off wikipedia:
"When I see a man in a state of anxiety, I say, What can this man want? If he did not want something which is not in his power, how could he still be anxious?"
to be continued...