Celerity
shape without form, shade without colour
- Jan 24, 2021
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As I have discussed before, I was (and to an extent still am) a very ambitious person. Even as a young kid, I was driven by a need to prove myself always in everything. Average was unacceptable failure. This paradoxically made me very risk averse, even lazy to a degree. I often only attempted those things I had already shown an aptitude for. This was greatly limiting because life demands being able to take good risks, but the most damaging aspect of this perspective by far was its impact on my self-worth.
I could say that my self-worth was balanced on a knife's-edge, but that would be inaccurate. What I know now is that I did not actually know what true self-worth felt like. As such, I could only feel its absence without being able to identify the source. Even when well-fed on accomplishment and praise, my ego remained a very fragile thing. One setback or failure or criticism would place me right back at square one. This precarious situation eventually culminated in a very painful and predictable collapse. Life, even for the happiest of us, is filled with difficulty and failure. Many get by through ignorance or a robust denial of their mistakes, but no one like me who had lived and breathed self-hatred could do this for very long.
And so, after losing everything I had worked for, I had to come to terms with how much I had fucked up. This took years and roughly followed the stages of grief in a fashion. The process seemed like it would never end, but I have finally learned from this experience, and I have hope that this will prevent me from ruining my life as I feared.
Long ago, I accepted that I failed in part because I had chosen a bad path that did not have the opportunity I though it did. Even if I had succeeded in my goals, the sacrifices required would never have been worth it. But the most important shift in thinking has been my reluctance to sacrifice my well-being for success and my refusal to consider success as a precondition to having value as a person. I am in the process of pursuing something very difficult and uncertain once again, but my motives are starkly different than they were before. I am ambitious because I want to live a more fulfilling life, not because I have to prove to myself or anyone else that I have worth. Even after failure and with nothing in my life going right, I still have value, and I still deserve to live a good life.
With this new understanding, it is easy to see now why no accomplishment was ever enough and why all of life's difficulties seemed insurmountable. I realize now that I had always viewed myself almost in the third person, as a means to acquiring X or feeling Y. Without these desires fulfilled, I had no value. I couldn't ever understand why I was so easy on other people, quick to forgive and praise, when I was so punishing and hateful toward myself. The difference was that I saw them as they were, as flesh and blood people whose worth was inherent and unconditional. I saw myself, on the other hand, as an object, a mere instrument to pacify the incessant demands of a wounded ego. Framed in this way, my habit of self-hatred was not only self-destructive but morally wrong. If it is a sin to treat any human being as a means to an end, it was a sin I committed a thousand times over with myself.
I say all this because I need to get it out on a page somewhere for my own healing, but I have also posted this because I think my story could help someone going through the same struggle. I see signs of this self-destructive cycle in many posts on here. I can't easily trace how it was that I got to this point since I reached it very slowly over many years, but I have some theories. First, I read Healing the Shame that Binds You by John Bradshaw and attended group therapy where I could observe people I admired suffering the same self-doubt. I understood through this that I didn't arrive as a broken person into this world but was rather made that way - and that none of how I was abused as a child was my fault. I also realized that I wasn't alone, that in fact many people had suffered similar experiences and nonetheless were able to climb out of their dark past into a bright future. The second turning point I have identified was allowing myself to hit rock bottom with support. This allowed me to see that life was worth living even when it did not turn out the way I planned. I am by no means "doing well" with my life. I work a low-wage, dead-end job under my parents' roof. Though I know I would be a lot less peachy if I did not have a plan to improve, I have been able to cobble together a great deal of peace day-by-day even when it seems like things will "never get better". I don't hate myself for where I am or where I was. Even if things don't go as well as I would like - and they probably won't - I have a peace of mind now that I have never had, even at the height of my success.
I could say that my self-worth was balanced on a knife's-edge, but that would be inaccurate. What I know now is that I did not actually know what true self-worth felt like. As such, I could only feel its absence without being able to identify the source. Even when well-fed on accomplishment and praise, my ego remained a very fragile thing. One setback or failure or criticism would place me right back at square one. This precarious situation eventually culminated in a very painful and predictable collapse. Life, even for the happiest of us, is filled with difficulty and failure. Many get by through ignorance or a robust denial of their mistakes, but no one like me who had lived and breathed self-hatred could do this for very long.
And so, after losing everything I had worked for, I had to come to terms with how much I had fucked up. This took years and roughly followed the stages of grief in a fashion. The process seemed like it would never end, but I have finally learned from this experience, and I have hope that this will prevent me from ruining my life as I feared.
Long ago, I accepted that I failed in part because I had chosen a bad path that did not have the opportunity I though it did. Even if I had succeeded in my goals, the sacrifices required would never have been worth it. But the most important shift in thinking has been my reluctance to sacrifice my well-being for success and my refusal to consider success as a precondition to having value as a person. I am in the process of pursuing something very difficult and uncertain once again, but my motives are starkly different than they were before. I am ambitious because I want to live a more fulfilling life, not because I have to prove to myself or anyone else that I have worth. Even after failure and with nothing in my life going right, I still have value, and I still deserve to live a good life.
With this new understanding, it is easy to see now why no accomplishment was ever enough and why all of life's difficulties seemed insurmountable. I realize now that I had always viewed myself almost in the third person, as a means to acquiring X or feeling Y. Without these desires fulfilled, I had no value. I couldn't ever understand why I was so easy on other people, quick to forgive and praise, when I was so punishing and hateful toward myself. The difference was that I saw them as they were, as flesh and blood people whose worth was inherent and unconditional. I saw myself, on the other hand, as an object, a mere instrument to pacify the incessant demands of a wounded ego. Framed in this way, my habit of self-hatred was not only self-destructive but morally wrong. If it is a sin to treat any human being as a means to an end, it was a sin I committed a thousand times over with myself.
I say all this because I need to get it out on a page somewhere for my own healing, but I have also posted this because I think my story could help someone going through the same struggle. I see signs of this self-destructive cycle in many posts on here. I can't easily trace how it was that I got to this point since I reached it very slowly over many years, but I have some theories. First, I read Healing the Shame that Binds You by John Bradshaw and attended group therapy where I could observe people I admired suffering the same self-doubt. I understood through this that I didn't arrive as a broken person into this world but was rather made that way - and that none of how I was abused as a child was my fault. I also realized that I wasn't alone, that in fact many people had suffered similar experiences and nonetheless were able to climb out of their dark past into a bright future. The second turning point I have identified was allowing myself to hit rock bottom with support. This allowed me to see that life was worth living even when it did not turn out the way I planned. I am by no means "doing well" with my life. I work a low-wage, dead-end job under my parents' roof. Though I know I would be a lot less peachy if I did not have a plan to improve, I have been able to cobble together a great deal of peace day-by-day even when it seems like things will "never get better". I don't hate myself for where I am or where I was. Even if things don't go as well as I would like - and they probably won't - I have a peace of mind now that I have never had, even at the height of my success.
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