Jane Says

Why does it feel so fucking bad when it’s exactly what I need? Because progress means change, and change FEELS TERRIBLE. At least, it does at first. Change of any kind is stressful on the body and psyche. What you have to focus on are the results. Yes, this feels shitty right now, but what might be the long-term benefits of allowing myself to feel some shittiness right now?

I’m scared to death to be suddenly working 5 days a week while homeschooling my autistic child. But, I’m not gonna give up on the homeschooling, that’s one thing I am willing to make the biggest sacrifices for, I believe that much that it’s the best thing for my son. But the thing is, homeschooling is fucking expensive. I pay taxes for the public school system, but I buy all of my books, pay for all of our online subscriptions for various educational resources, pay for all of our field trips, extracurricular activities (physical education, art, music…)…

What I’m really coming to right now is an understanding that my feelings are very often exaggerated from a normal emotional response to common situations. Because of past traumas, I am braced mentally and physically for the expectation of the worst. From other people, from situations, from whom I had believed to be god, from the universe at large, and from myself. My entire being, at some point, became overconsumed with a sense of tragedy and heartbreak. The human psyche can only take so much abuse before it alters itself to just help you get through the rest of your life without risking going through it again. You make yourself really, really, really small. You squash your own talents and intelligence so you don’t risk being brought back down. You don’t want to expose yourself to chance. Your entire life eventually becomes ‘how not to get hurt again’. And then you live in that mode.

And then there’s the other part of you. The part that wants to live. It keeps fighting with that other side, trying to find some level of freedom. You live this internal struggle that the smothering side always wins.

Even with all of the wonderful changes I’ve made lately, I still feel clenched like I have a glass torso. This tension actually runs from the top of my head to the muscles in my ankles. Something still has me blocked. I still can’t trust.

This post inspired by Jane Says by Jane’s Addiction.

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