“Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.”
—P.D. James
In the name of personal responsibility, I have often diminished my pain. (Yes I realize that doesn’t make actual sense but it seemed to make sense at the time.)
I have ignored my own hurts, dismissed my own needs to the point of neglect, and, very often, not allowed myself to feel offense, anger, sadness, and grief.
I'm also a big fan of using humor to deflect attention that might pull my defenses down, and to distract myself and others from the idea that I have any pain at all.
What happens?
Does it work?
Does the pain diminish?
Disappear?
Heal itself?
Go away?
Ha, haha, no. No, it does not.
The pain remains, I think, until it gets acknowledged. I don't know all the psychology of it, but repressed emotions don't disappear, and the soul is not satisfied unless it can experience and express what’s going on in there. All of it.
Maybe the one thing the soul cannot abide is insincerity.
Or maybe it’s undercooked potatoes.
Anyway, what happens when I don't care for my own pain is that I wait on other people to do it for me.
I pass along the burden of recognizing my own hurts, and healing them, to someone else.
I wait for someone else to acknowledge what I'm going through, so it can be seen, can be validated, can be expressed and felt.
I seek recognition of my pain from outside of myself, but the truth is…
…that never quite does the trick.
One of the most healing things I've learned to do lately is talk to myself.
In moments of overwhelming emotion, I sit still a moment and have a little conversation.
I try to do it quietly.
"Hey," I tell myself, "this is tough, huh? You're really hurting."
"Yeah," I answer back.
"Wow, I see that," I say. "There's a lot of pain in there. You're trying so hard. You feel so sad right now. It's really heavy. This is sad, this moment, and it hurts."
"Yeah," I sniffle back at myself. And I take a deep breath. And strangely enough, I feel better.
Then I glance up and wave awkwardly at the neighbor one balcony over, who's looking at me kinda weird. If you're going to adopt this practice, I recommend holding your phone to your ear while doing so.
🎂 In a non-music suggestion for audio to put into your ears, here’s a recent podcast episode I LOVED and I think I have never said that about any podcast ever because usually I kind of hate them. Anyway it’s Tim Ferris interviewing Anne Lamott and it’s full of goodness.
I love this. I, too, am a recovering self-neglecter and feeling-represser I'm starting to realize what my chiropractor said when she squeezed around on my body many years ago... "....WOW...you are really holding a LOT of anger..." I had no idea back then. I thought I was mostly sad and scared dealing with anxiety and panic attacks at unprecedented levels. But she felt ANGER stored up in some little sack inside of me, or maybe braided through every one of my sore, ultra-tight muscles...I'm not sure. But in the years since then it's started to become very clear. I used to see anger as SUPREMELY undignified, something only real assholes even experienced, let alone EXPRESSED, so I had basically shoved down every drop of it that I had possibly nearly felt in my adulthood to that point. Now I'm realizing anger is often a bucket that contains lots of other feelings that have been so helpful in letting me really learn about myself and what preferences I have that can help me make choices for myself. I was just robbing myself of that before, making everything up based on all sorts of other information besides simply what I liked or did not. And that sucks. But I am glad I am learning not to do that anymore.
I have not learned to do this yet... but I'm trying.