Never been good at flowing-narrative responses, so various comments on your posts follow...
Panic attack at the library book club -
I can understand the feeling, especially if you haven't been in awhile. Somewhat natural to think that you'd be in a sort of spotlight, benign though it would be. (Hello! Good to see you! How have you been?! etc etc).
Maybe next time, pre-rehearse some of the give-and-take to mentally prepare?
And did you think about taking calming breaths? It does work if you can remember.
At least you found a good book, and you can always try again!
This has been my life-long struggle. I consider myself a realist, but that tends toward negativity all too easily.repetitive thoughts of negativity at times
This is so familiar. Is it shame? Feeling inadequate? What parts of our brains kick in to bring on these feelings? But I'm sure this isn't a constant state of mind for you, is it?I didn't want to be seen, looked at or even acknowledged.
Yes. Way to go! Tell that Drill Sergeant to stick it where the sun don't shine!I am however more kind to myself, i am talking nicer to myself and i am gaining acceptance
You're in a high-stress position with people depending on you, so it's imperative that you take time for yourself and not get overloaded. It's not just that you deserve it, it's a job requirement.I saw my inbox and again the anger washed through my veins seeing all the questions from patients, all the results and all the requests. Again i feel the time i need to myself is stolen by others.
And maybe you *do* need a break, or a change. The stress along with the draining negativity would wear on anyone.
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A few weeks ago, while the cyclone was active, I was listening to a poetry course on line, and they mentioned a poem by W.B Yeats, called Prayer for my Daughter.
The first stanzas made me think of you and the other New Zealanders
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
And a further stanza just now made me think of your physician boss -
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
SD