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Asdir
Active member
I have only just, in recent days, come to realise that a lot of my control issues are, in fact, caused by an anxiety. It's like keeping all the plates spinning, if one should fall then I may break.
For many years I have tried to control the lives of those around me - mostly my family, and I have done all I could to 'fix' them, I have made sure everyone is happy as much as I could. I have worked tirelessly to make sure that any problems are defeated. When I had my breakdown I was exhausted, completely spent. Someone once said even a dripping tap can run out of water eventually. And that's how it was. I had to let go, I had to force myself to let them sink or swim. I had to drag myself to the shore and see if they could stand without me.
And slow but slow was the recovery. But I am not there yet, I have deceived myself. For I forgot the children! I was deluded by the fact that I was 'allowed' to worry about the childrem, that it was OK to fuss and interfere and make sure they were happy. Had to be happy. And they struggle against it, and I could not see for why. Why was it not good? Why did they not want me to do all this for them?
But now I am in danger of breaking again. And I see now that with each problem they face in their life my anxiety heightens and my inner panic grows, and my depression worsens. So I find that my control was never vanquished - I just shifted it.
I have had two panic attacks in my life and I fear losing that control again. I am constantly anxious about the children - are they ok, are they ok. Are they happy, are they happy.
Knowing what I am doing, seeing what is going on here - having caught myself out, this changes nothing. I know the cause but cannot see the cure.
For many years I have tried to control the lives of those around me - mostly my family, and I have done all I could to 'fix' them, I have made sure everyone is happy as much as I could. I have worked tirelessly to make sure that any problems are defeated. When I had my breakdown I was exhausted, completely spent. Someone once said even a dripping tap can run out of water eventually. And that's how it was. I had to let go, I had to force myself to let them sink or swim. I had to drag myself to the shore and see if they could stand without me.
And slow but slow was the recovery. But I am not there yet, I have deceived myself. For I forgot the children! I was deluded by the fact that I was 'allowed' to worry about the childrem, that it was OK to fuss and interfere and make sure they were happy. Had to be happy. And they struggle against it, and I could not see for why. Why was it not good? Why did they not want me to do all this for them?
But now I am in danger of breaking again. And I see now that with each problem they face in their life my anxiety heightens and my inner panic grows, and my depression worsens. So I find that my control was never vanquished - I just shifted it.
I have had two panic attacks in my life and I fear losing that control again. I am constantly anxious about the children - are they ok, are they ok. Are they happy, are they happy.
Knowing what I am doing, seeing what is going on here - having caught myself out, this changes nothing. I know the cause but cannot see the cure.