On Taking My Own Medicine

lexaproI resisted for six months or so despite having promised myself last time this happened (the year I changed jobs and our first daughter was born) that I would probably need the extra help whenever life changed in a major way. I told myself I could do it without the help, that lots of people struggle and who was I to complain or ask for extra help. I thought I could manage by trying harder: at self-care, willing away the worried thoughts, meditating more, praying more, exercising more, journalling more.

But the anxiety went with me on vacation. The second half of my family vacation to some of the most beautiful beaches in America (Malibu, Palos Verdes, Manhattan–all in the Los Angeles area) was punctuated with intrusive thoughts about stressors, fears of failing, money worries, and guilt about worrying while I should have been relaxing (ah, “should,” how much of our pain is caused by that word?) At home, my wonderful partner told me in a moment of honest confession she felt the worry had become a third member of our relationship. Ouch.

I reflected. I considered re-starting the antidepressant medication that had helped me with the anxiety in the past. After all, anxiety tends to run in my family–a sibling, a parent, at least one grandparent, and lots of cousins, aunts, and uncles all struggle with it. There is most likely some biological component of this. An inner thermostat set lower than average, when stress heats up, it kicks on the worry and forgets to switch it off. Plus, my own Holmes-Rahe Stressful Life Events score for 2013 was 248. Big changes in my life included a new house, new practice with all the major schedule changes it brought, moving a disabled parent to less than a mile from our home, a child starting pre-K, and the other normal life stuff that comes with working and having young children. And some of those big life stressors touched some of my personal worry buttons: the perfectionistic desire to be extra good at my job, the painful history with that parent I was now taking more care of. Some of them touched buttons that I’m convinced are pretty universal: income, bills, children, fear of failure in my career. So I was kind of due.

A month later, I’m managing much better with a little pharmaceutical support. I’m leaving the work worries at the office and enjoying the mental space it’s created for birthday parties, playing My Little Pony with the girls, walking to the park, talking with my spouse about what she wants to talk about, planning trips, and simply enjoying the way the earth is being reborn for another Spring.

I share all this for three reasons: First, to remind me and anyone who reads it that being a helping professional means not that I do not struggle with the very things my clients do, but that I do. Remembering that helps us all be fully present to the struggle together–and that’s what therapy at its best really is anyway. Second, I’ve come to appreciate (again) how hard it is for someone to admit it’s time to get help. I suspect we all wait too long as often as not. Third and most important for me personally: I believe that the most powerful antidote to perfectionism is honesty about my struggles and vulnerabilities.

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5 thoughts on “On Taking My Own Medicine

  1. Thank you so much for sharing! Sometimes we forget that professionals are “real” people too and that they deal with the same life struggles everyone else does.

  2. Nothing makes me smile as wide as I can to see loving honesty about what it means to be human. Such gratitude and Joy to share in your life. Speak it my friend….Speak IT.

  3. Love the personal sharing of your own weakness. Can’t wait to read AND LEARN from your other post! Take care! Alleyne

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