I don’t know about you, but the current state of the world has my mental health on the ropes. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact cause: boredom, social isolation, an overload of COVID-19 news coverage; but I suspect any one of these elements alone is enough to topple the metaphorical apple cart.
After several weeks of self care, trying to be there for my friends and family and attempting not to burden my partner with my “crazy” it occurred to me in an insomniatic moment last night that how I feel right now is very similar to how I felt living with addiction.
Being codependent, for me, is a balance between ego and insecurity. In my experience, a major part of addiction (and codependency) is the inability to take ownership for yourself, your actions, and your consequences. Growing up with addiction, and finding it again as an adult, my ability to own what was *actually* my responsibility was damaged. I remember having the distinct impression that everything related to other people was somehow my fault. Unfortunately, that impression was not discouraged by the addicts in my life that were all too ready to blame someone else for their problems. So the addicts totally avoided responsibility for anything, and I avoided responsibility for what was actually mine in favour of what didn’t belong to me.
I felt (and was helped to feel) that I had incredible power over the happiness of others. This was, of course, false and all my efforts to influence things were spectacularly unsuccessful. I would then attack myself for failing at everything that was not actually mine to succeed at.
You still with me?
Most of the time this process was distilled into feeling helpless, angry, depressed, guilty, isolated, and desperate. I didn’t know how to tell myself that everything was going to be okay because there was no clear solution or any indication of how long it would take to get there. I constantly felt like I needed to take action, but since there wasn’t actually an action to take which would get the results I wanted, I usually did the wrong thing, felt shitty, or both.
Talking to my friends, family, and colleagues these are common collective feelings we are all having in light of the current societal challenges. I wish I had a dollar for every time someone has complained to me in the last 3 weeks that this would be manageable if we only knew how long this would last, because surely this is not living.
Amen. I believe the familiarity of all these feelings is what is causing me to have to fight backsliding into my own unhealthy coping strategies.
I wish I could tell you how long this thing will last and that everything will return to normal soon…. But I think it would actually be more helpful to share a few things that I learned in recovery:
- Everything is temporary. Really.
- Focus on what you can control (hint: this is not how another adult feels / what they do)
- Make time to get your heart rate up and move.
- If possible, get outside.
- Do something you enjoy. Preferably that doesn’t require any one else’s participation.
- If all else fails, return to the present moment. Stop worrying so far ahead and remember that you can do anything for one day. Just worry about today.
- Repeat: Everything is temporary.
And finally – remember that, as a species (and as individuals), we have made it through all of our days before this one. There is no reason to think that won’t continue.
Stay safe & stay home.