Less Than

I was sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon reviewing my life last week. On Thursday I posted that Mondays are normally difficult for me. I’m typically exhausted from the weekend so I usually become depressed and listless. But that didn’t happen last week. It was good. It didn’t stop on Monday. I continued to feel good the rest of the week. I wasn’t exhausted, overly depressed or listless. I smiled more, I laughed more, I felt energetic, and I was scared shitless.

It’s scary to get better. I have to look life square in the eye and do something with myself. Once I realize that is happening I try to turn off the self-talk saying “you’re a phony, you’re a loser, nobody likes you,” and worse of all, “hold on, cause it’s going to get bad again.” These are the things my brain loves to tell me to bring me down. Hell, I won President of my senior class, yet I went through all of high school sad because I “knew” nobody liked me. I wish it wasn’t just in high school that I felt that way. Those feelings of inadequacy have been with me as long as I can remember.

A few years back there was a man who I would frequently see on the bus. He had Tourette syndrome. He kept repeating the same words over and over again, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. For weeks I tried to listen closely so that I could understand what he was saying. One day he finally mumbled slower. I continued to listen again and again. YES! I finally was able to make out what he was saying: “Inferior.” Over and over again day in and day out, the man lived a life repeatedly referring to himself as “Inferior.” It was sad, but I understood. It’s what I had felt about myself as young as I can remember.

Do I still have those feelings of inferiority?  Yes, I do.  Do I still feel like I don’t belong?  Yes, I do.  Do I still feel less than?  Yes, I do. Those feelings haven’t gone away and likely never will. But I will continue to adapt. I will continue to have more weeks like last week.

As I continue to get better I will continue to be frightened at the idea. I will be scared when my doctors continue to work with me to adapt to living a “normal” life. Getting on with my life continues to scare me. Sometimes it scares me to the point that I can’t get out of bed. It still happens, but not as often. I’m finding myself to have more weeks like last weeks and for that I am grateful.

  5 comments for “Less Than

  1. April 15, 2013 at 01:46

    I definately hear you. I felt that way even before I started school because I thought my family hated me. And unfortunately to many people having a mental illness means that you are inferior to them in their eyes. I just keeping telling myself that my poor brain lies to me. As far as what others think I remind myself that I am no better or worse than anyone else on this planet. So what if I am a misfit? I am in good company! In fact those who look down on me are most likely not as confident and together as they seem. It is unfortunately part of some people’s natures to put others down to make themselves look better.

    By the way thanks for putting me on your blogroll. One of these days I will get around to making one of my own and then I’ll return the favor!

  2. April 8, 2013 at 23:50

    I hope there is another little voice in there arguing with Mr. Inferior and telling him to shush and allow you to enjoy more glass is half full days. And I hope that second little voice wins. Because you are totally “more than.”

  3. Charlene, budget bride
    April 8, 2013 at 00:57

    This post strikes so many chords, we have heard the same song.

    • April 9, 2013 at 01:22

      Hi Charlene. There is always comfort when you find that you’re not alone. Others are going through similar challenges.

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