Dear Daniel,
How do you deal with
the anxiety of being the draw when your gut tells you maybe you shouldn’t do
something? Not because the people who have signed you up for the appearance or
draw are bad. In fact the people in question are really great people. I’ve
never been the special guest of or
for anything in my life.
But I have a really bad
idea of being swept up into something that sounds like a really good idea at
the time only to have my limitations rear their big fat ugly heads at the worst
time possible when I pushed. Especially when my boundaries weren’t respected by
well intentioned folks.
Right now, my stomach
is in knots. I want to be able to fulfill my professional obligations if only
because I don’t want to let people down. But when I spend three hours on the phone
having a complete and total breakdown it makes me wonder if forging ahead is
such a wise idea.
I want to go but every
physical symptom in my body is screaming not to. My stomach hurts. There’s
tension in my neck. I want to eat everything in sight. And I’m constantly on
the verge of tears.
Part of me tells me to
suck it up. I can do this. Yet another part of me knows better. A part of me
knows after years of therapy and medication management that when I don’t respect
my boundaries, and when they are aren’t respected bad things happen.
When someone, very well
intentioned presumes to know me better than I know myself well, then there’s
friction and trouble. I tend to be quiet and passive-aggressive. Articulating
my own needs becomes incredibly difficult and secondary to making sure my own
mental health is taken care of.
The last time I took a
ride to a place where I was going to be without Missy it was at Concave it was
a disaster. I just fear a repeat performance.
I feel like it’s a professional
obligation and that I’m fucked. That something really bad is going to happy and
that each time I try to articulate this to my contact to the event they aren’t
trying to be cruel but that something bad is going to happen.
So I’m going to try
something different. I’m going to try and meditate. And try to deal with the
fear and reality that is my bipolar disorder.
Sincerely,
Amy McCorkle
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