numbing

ways to be numb:

pills
food
alcohol
extreme sports
exercise
sleep
avoiding people and social situations
gambling
smoking
sex
the internet


we numb ourselves to avoid the difficult feelings. the feelings that are overwhelming. 

“I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.” 
― Jessica Sorensen

the pain of being left behind can be drowning. the pain of friends growing apart. of lovers leaving. of loved ones dying. of friends moving away or moving on. 

“I’ve perfected the art of the fake smile. It’s not so difficult when you are completely numb.” 
― Bethany Griffin

when you numb yourself to the pain so completely, that you feel nothing, you find yourself able to fake your way through your life. a fake smile plastered on your face and the answer, "fine" when asked how you are. when you numb yourself so completely to the pain, you feel nothing, not even the good feelings. 

“I was enveloped in numbness, and absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost from view.” 
― Haruki Murakami

when you allow the numbness to take over, you can no longer see how far there is to fall. the bottom has fallen out from under you and you feel nothing. numbing yourself prevents you from being able to see the world realistically. you see only what you want to see. 

“Once I was free; there was no cage that could bind me, and I had yet to create my box of numbness within my mind to be my silent protector.” 
― J.D. Stroube

numbness is used for protection. to protect your mind from reliving pain, from experiencing sadness, from thinking about loss. but the numbness, whether through food or drugs or alcohol or gambling or sleep ... the numbness prevents you from feeling the good things in life. prevents you from seeing the beauty in a sunflower, the wonder in a baby's smile, the amazement of a sunset, the warmth of a hug. 

numbing is a form of addiction. or what i like to call CRBDAC (Continued repetition of Behaviours Despite Adverse Consequences - Nosy Nora).

Addiction is a chronic, relapsing disease affecting the brain’s reward, motivation, and related systems. People struggling with addiction are unable to control their actions or make rational decisions about their behaviour, even in the face of negative consequences.
http://www.albertafamilywellness.org/brain-development-addiction/different-kinds-addiction

finding a way to work through the numbness, to allow in the feelings, means overcoming addiction and you may need to seek support to do this effectively. 

being numb may feel good in the moment, in the short-term. but over time numbness takes over and becomes a natural way of being. but the truth is, there is nothing natural about being numb to the wonderous world in which we live. 

finding ways to numb yourself becomes habitual and can feel good. interesting ... the lack of feeling can feel good. but it is not a real feeling of goodness. it is false. 

if you are finding that you are numbing ... please seek support. feel free to email me and i will try to help you find support in your area. 

be kind to yourself, 

xoxo

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brene brown

last night, radical t and i were talking about connection and its importance in our lives. radical t reminded me that brene brown states that we, as humans, are hard wired for connection. i then went to bed and read some brene brown. i wanted to share some of her gems of wisdom ... 

“I define connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.” ..............  “Connection is why we're here; it is what gives purpose and meaning to our lives. The power that connection holds in our lives was confirmed when the main concern about connection emerged as the fear of disconnection; the fear that something we have done or failed to do, something about who we are or where we come from, has made us unlovable and unworthy of connection.”  
― Brené Brown


connecting with others makes us feel seen, heard, and valued. it gives us a sense of belonging and a reason to be here on this planet. 

“Living a connected life ultimately is about setting boundaries, spending less time and energy hustling and winning over people who don’t matter, and seeing the value of working on cultivating connection with family and close friends.” 
― Brené Brown

connecting doesn't happen with everyone. i can't be authentic with my students all the time. i'm not authentic with the grocery store clerk. i make my connections with the people in life who matter. finding the right people to make connections with means figuring out who makes you feel heard and valued.

“Connection is why we’re here. We are hardwired to connect with others, it’s what gives purpose and meaning to our lives, and without it there is suffering.” 
― Brené Brown

suffering is what happens when there is a lack of connection. not connecting with people leaves you feeling lost, undervalued, unheard, and not belonging. loneliness leads to numbing through things like addictions, eating disorders, anxiety, depression ... 

“There’s nothing more daring than showing up, putting ourselves out there and letting ourselves be seen.” 
― Brené Brown

letting yourself be seen is the scariest and bravest choice that you can make. it means living an authentic life. telling your story to those who deserve to hear it. 

“We cannot selectively numb emotions, when we numb the painful emotions, we also numb the positive emotions.” 
― Brené Brown

i used to be an expert on numbing emotions. i found many non-unique ways to rid myself of painful emotions which led to the ridding of positive emotions. you can't feel joy if you don't allow yourself to feel grief. 

“Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.” 
― Brené Brown

being courageous and being seen is the opposite of numbing emotions. showing yourself to the people who you can make real connections with is a way to feel like you belong. courage and authenticity go hand in hand. 

“If we can find someone who has earned the right to hear our story, we need to tell it. Shame loses power when it is spoken. In this way, we need to cultivate our story to let go of shame, and we need to develop shame resilience in order to cultivate our story.” 
― Brené Brown

i have chosen this blog as a way to tell my story. by sharing my story with the world, although anonymously, my shame loses its power. and by sharing even more details about my story with people who have earned the right to hear it, shame disappears. 

“the culture of shame is driven by fear, blame and disconnection and it's often a powerful incubator for issues like perfectionism, stereotyping, gossip and addiction” 
― Brené Brown

disconnection happens when shame is allowed to fester and run your life. disconnection is the opposite of feeling seen, heard, and valued. 

“In our technology-crazed world, we’ve confused being communicative with feeling connected. Just because we’re plugged in, doesn’t mean we feel seen and heard. In fact, hyper-communication can mean we spend more time on Facebook than we do face-to-face with the people we care about.” 
― Brené Brown

i spend way too much time on the computer. communicating through social media, blogging, and texting, and until i really thought about it, i thought that it was connecting. but it's important to get off the techno, and come face to face with the people that matter in our lives. 

try it. 

be kind to yourself, 
and most importantly ...

“Don't try to win over the haters; you are not a jackass whisperer.” 
― Brené Brown

xoxo

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vulnerability part 2

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

Madeleine L'Engle

today, nosy nora told me that my blog is helping people. she told me that vulnerability, with maturity, means putting yourself out there, opening up, and not getting hurt the way you did as a child. 

I spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability limited the fullness of those important experiences that are wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and creativity to name a few.Brene Brown

to stay out of the discomfort of vulnerability, i found ways to numb myself. i ignored my feelings, and i didn't share my stories out of fear of rejection and abandonment. 

what i have learned from allowing myself to be vulnerable, to be heard, and to be known, is that the people who love me - who truly and deeply love me - will stay BECAUSE of who i am, not in spite of it. 

In the beginning, people think vulnerability will make you weak, but it does the opposite. It shows you're strong enough to care.

Victoria Pratt

i care enough to share myself with others. with the people who have earned the right to hear my story. my vulnerability is seen as courage and strength. 

being seen is really scary. like, really, REALLY, scary. being seen means letting my darkness into the light. it means being willing to tell my truths. 

Through my research, I found that vulnerability is the glue that holds relationships together. It's the magic sauce.

Brene Brown

being willing to tell my truths means forming relationships based on trust. 

i hope that you can find a way to "lean into" your vulnerability. 

monarch butterflies are the most vulnerable creature i know. they manage to find their way from canada to mexico, following the path their ancestors took. the route somehow ingrained in their dna. landing on the same trees their predecessors landed on. and then flying all the way back to canada to lay their eggs and start the process again. the eggs are left on their own, and the caterpillar somehow knows to eat milkweed, which is poisonous to other critters. and then it just knows to spin a chrysalis and trust that as they dissolve into a goo, they will weather the storms until they re-form themselves as a completely different creature. 

if a monarch can do all that, then you can share your stories. email me your story and i will happily share it here, under your name or a pseudonym. i look forward to hearing from you. 

be kind and truthful to yourself, 

xoxo

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sobriety and numbness aka CRBDAC

I want to write about the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. But writing about it might be scarier than actually experiencing it.

I suffer from what nosy nora aptly named, “continued repetition of a behaviour despite adverse consequences” or CRBDAC. And for the last month, I have been sticking with the title of CRBDAC.

Because the word “addiction” is extremely overwhelming.

Terrifying actually.

Then I read Brene Brown’s definition of addiction. And it became less of a scary word. She wrote:

1.  Most of us engage in behaviours (consciously or not) that help us to numb and take the edge off vulnerability, pain, and discomfort.

1. Addiction can be described as chronically and compulsively numbing and taking the edge off of feelings.

1. We cannot selectively numb emotions. When we numb the painful emotions, we also numb the positive emotions.

 “These most powerful emotions that we experience have very sharp points, like the tip of a thorn. […] I believe that everyone numbs and takes the edge off and that addiction is about engaging in these behaviours compulsively and chronically.”

YES YES YES!!!

That is exactly it. 

Emotions … feelings … they have sharp points and I didn’t like those sharp points. So I started to numb myself against that pain. It was easier to take sleeping pills, to take whatever I could get my hands on, than it was to feel those sharp thorns.

The unfortunate thing is that when you numb yourself against the negative emotions, there isn’t room to feel the positive emotions. Instead, you start feeling nothing. And when you release yourself from the numbing prison, you are overwhelmed by the negative emotions that you kept at bay for so long. And when you are overcome by grief, and anger, and sadness, and fear, and loneliness, and hopelessness … it’s hard to make room for joy, and gladness, and happiness, and gratitude.

I want to share my story. Because it isn’t the stories we see on tv. When I think of an addict, I think of a fall-down-drunk, or a junkie willing to do anything for her next fix. I am not so much addicted to the state that I am in when I take pills, I am addicted to the state that I am NOT in. I am addicted to being numb and not having to feel or think about my issues.

The word “sober” implies that I was in a state of intoxication and that I no longer am. But in reality, I was in a state of numbness. I was in a state of refusing to be vulnerable and refusing to feel. So my sobriety means that I am now allowing in the emotions, good and bad, no matter how difficult they are to feel. And more importantly, I am learning to voice these emotions.

Brene Brown’s statement that addiction is “chronically and compulsively numbing and taking the edge off of feelings” is exactly what I have been doing. For the last 30 years.

This is my story …

When I was 7, I started to learn about the horrors of humanity. On purpose. I wasn’t protected from the realities of the world that we live in. children deserve to be innocent. Children have the right to be protected. And I wasn’t. I learned about the holocaust, and slavery, and apartheid, and human rights violations around the world. And I became afraid. I don’t mean afraid as in scared of the dark. I mean afraid as in lying awake in bed all night crying because Nelson Mandela was in prison. Afraid as in crying because we watched the series Roots in its entirety. Afraid that a bad guy was going to climb in my bedroom window. Afraid of being beaten, and raped, or having my feet cut off.

Afraid.

All the time.

Of everything.

But we were also taught that we were mature enough to learn about these atrocities. So I believed that I had to pretend to be the mature child that I was told that I was. Which means that I didn’t tell anyone about my fears. I simply sucked it up, carried on, and cried all alone at night in my bed. Or I hid in the front closet to cry. It was my safe space.

As a little kid who couldn’t sleep, I didn’t have a great deal of resources. I discovered that when I was given children’s chewable Tylenol, it made me sleepy. So I used to sneak it out of the medicine cabinet. And on those nights that I didn’t take it, I lay awake crying.

That went on for some years.

And then in middle school, I was severely bullied. (see http://aprilgigiangels.blogspot.ca/2014/01/sticks-and-stones-and-names-all-hurt.html)  and I discovered one time when I had the flu, that gravol made me sleepy. So I started to pretend to be sick so that my parents would buy gravol. And they never noticed that it was disappearing. They never really noticed anything.

Gravol became my drug of choice. It wasn’t daily. It was once in awhile, when things were really bad. When the boys had thrown condoms at me in the cafeteria. When the kids were chanting “hippo” at me during soccer in gym class and the teacher didn’t stop them. Those were the nights that I turned to pills for the numbing relief of sleep.

During the day, I hid in the bathroom between classes and at recess. I would be sick to my stomach, worrying about what terrible thing the children were going to do to me next. So I would throw up. Soon it became more of a habit than actual nausea.

I wandered the streets by myself at lunch time. And I spent the evenings alone at home, hiding in my room, wishing that I could just die instead of feeling worthless and ugly and unlovable. And at night, I stole pills from the medicine cabinet to help me sleep.

then came high school and the pressure to be a certain “look” to fit in. looking back at photos, I wasn’t the fat kid that I thought I was. Or that people told me I was. I was called fat from an early age. I was told to watch what I ate. My food intake was monitored and controlled. And I believed that I was enormous. Photos prove otherwise. I have recently discovered that I was an average sized child. In fact, I looked the same size as my friends. But in my mind, they were thin and I was gigantic. I can remember having to have my waist measured in jazz class for a costume and being horrified at the numbers being called out. And on our grade 8 skiing trip we had to announce our weights to the teacher who was filling in a form for the ski rentals. Seriously? We had to announce our weight in front of the entire class. I was 5 ‘4 and weighed 105 lbs. but there was no way in hell I was going to say that. The other girls said they were 90 lbs, so I said that too.

in high school, I did tell my parents that I found it hard to sleep. So they gave me warm milk and other natural suggestions. I continued with the gravol, except that now I had my own access to money and could go buy it myself. I actually went to the guidance counselor at school about the difficulty that I had sleeping. She told me to create a bedtime routine.

It didn’t help. By that time, my body had become reliant on the sleeping pills. So if I took them, I would be a bit sleepy. And if I didn’t take them, sleep was hard to come by.

It was in university that I discovered the joys of Nyquil. My friend died in my third year, and I lay awake crying most nights. I got strep throat and started taking Nyquil … ahhh …. Who knew!? First there was a numbing sensation, then my stomach got kind of lurchy, but in a fun way, and then I would sleep. No more crying over her death. No more lying awake. Just oblivion.

Over the last 15 years or so, I have tried many different sleeping pills. I have taken advantage of situations where I am prescribed pain meds and taken them far past the time when I had actual pain. Like when I got my wisdom teeth out and I was prescribed Tylenol 3. By the second day, I wasn’t in pain anymore. But I kept taking those pills. They numbed me from the emotional pain that I tried so hard to keep at bay. The same thing happened when I hurt my back a few years ago. The doctor prescribed me Percocet. And they did nothing for the pain. I have a very low tolerance to pain and a very high tolerance to pain medication. They did, however, make me not have to think about things or feel the negative emotions. They did protect me from feeling the sadness, and loneliness and hurt that has haunted me for so long. And I enjoyed them. I am not going to lie about that.

It all came to a crisis when I was prescribed a drug for chronic pain that my doctor felt would help me to sleep. She is convinced that I have fibromyalgia. She is convinced that my aches and pains and my lack of ability to sleep are caused by this neuro-disorder.

So she prescribed me 10mg a day. And I took them. And I no longer woke up with a headache every day! But the pains in my legs and back continued to bother me. Constant stabbing and pinching makes it difficult to do daily activities and to concentrate. So the doctor decided that increasing this medication would help me sleep.

So I started taking 30mg. and oh joy, oh bliss, oh rapture … sleep finally came … and for a few months, I was living my ultimate dream … sleeping and feeling numb to the emotional pain. These pills made it all go away.

And I started to think to myself … if 30mg makes me feel this good … just imagine what 60mg would do!? So I increased the medication myself. Without consulting my doctor. The 60mg messed with my brain chemistry. And all logic left me. Completely. Like, completely left me. No logic left at all. 60mg became 100mg, and 100mg became 150mg until I started to be convinced that the ultimate solution to everything in my life (and possibly in the world) was to take 200 pills at once … 2000mg. I became obsessed with this idea. It consumed me. I thought about it all the time. I stood in the kitchen with the bottle in my hand … the giant bottle of yellow pills … and I contemplated the ultimate 2000mg solution …

… as you can probably guess, I am a very analytical person. I think through things and I write through things and I can often step back from what is going on in my head and analyze it. And I knew perfectly well that taking 200 pills, no matter how yellow or glorious they were, was really, really dumb. And also really, really, fatal. So I talked to my therapist, Nosy Nora, about it and agreed to see my doctor.

To say that wasn’t easy would be an understatement. I was expecting harsh judgment and criticism. I was worried about the next time I have surgery or an accident or an injury … will I be believed? Will I be given the pain management medication that I might need?

My doctor was incredible. An absolute gem. Supportive and understanding.

And that evening, I took those glorious yellow pills back to the pharmacy and relinquished them. And I threw out any pills at home that cause drowsiness or that I couldn’t trust myself not to abuse.

And from that day, I have been “sober” in relation to self-medicating with drugs.

I continue to struggle with bulimia. And I continue to struggle with using food to numb myself.

But I am facing my struggles one step at a time, one day at a time. 

It isn’t easy. Having all these feelings that I have numbed myself from … well, quite franky, it sucks and I hate it. I would love to take some pills and hide away from the world for a bit. Forget that there are things that make me sad, or angry, or hurt, or upset, or jealous, or guilty. But I am enjoying being able to think clearly. I am enjoying waking up in the morning and feeling truly awake. And alive. Even when being alive is hard.

I am here. This is my story. And I am owning it.