Dear savers of face (addendum to previous post),
Just so you know, it's probably okay to have a meltdown. And I think most people can empathize with a meltdown.
About two days ago, around midnight (my meltdowns usually happen at night for some reason), I had a mini melt down.
I had spent the previous five days feeling extremely ill (due to my neverending flu), and I just crawled into bed beside my boyfriend, and began whimpering.
He said, "Awww... sweetie, what's wrong."
Big mistake on his part. Personally, I think if someone's crying, and you acknowledge that crying, I just makes them cry harder... At least it does in my case!
So I start blubbering about how I feel like such a loser because I've been so sick, and how I suck because I'm unemployed, and how I feel like such a burden. I went on and on about how even though I feel sick, I feel like I have to clean and do all the house stuff, and I feel like I can never let anything fall apart, and how everything needs to at least look decent, if not fantastic. I blubbered on like this for about 30 minutes, all the while feeling guilty, because he had to wake up for work early in the morning.
And he, the eternal darling, murmured, "Honey, it's okay to let things unravel for a little while. You don't have to be on top of everything all of the time. I don't care if things are messy, or if you don't feel like getting dressed. And who ever comes over? Just take care of yourself while you're feeling shitty, and let the rest do whatever it's going to do."
It was like a breath of fresh air!
So, it took awhile to digest what he said; but today, I let go.
I laid in bed until past noon. I didn't do any dishes. I made my SO cook. And I pretty much read and watched TV all day.
You know what?
The world didn't stop. No one said anything about anything. And, best of all, I actually feel better.
Letting it unravel, one thread at a time,
O.
PS. "Letting go" seemed to have some karmic advantage, since I got my first call for an interview this afternoon! Woohoooooooo to letting go!
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I can't believe I'm writing this. I relate so well to much of what you say. I know it sounds completely out there, but the first time I worked in the yard until I started to smell, broke a few nails without flinching and actually got dirty. I stepped into the shower and bawled at how cathartic if felt to be unkempt, at how liberating it felt to be smelly and moreover my husband, my children-they all seemed okay with me, even happy for me. Ah...ah is all I can say...perfection is a hard habit to break and even harder to maintain.
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