New Year’s resolutions…always the butt of jokes and unrealistic expectations for ourselves. I think in the past I’ve followed through on a few – the most notable have been not eating chocolate for a year. I’ve been meaning to get back “in control” of my eating for the past few months, so I figured, New Year’s day was as good a deadline as any to start.
New Year’s eve was rough. We decided that Shoshana really needed to start sleeping in her bed by herself through the night. She had been sick for almost 3 weeks and during that time we had her sleeping in our bed. I’ve loved having her there – a little heater next to me, periodically rubbing my arm (and sometimes kicking me in the face) but it’s important for her to have her own space and be able to soothe herself. And for Mommy and Daddy to have their space too. I kept thinking that she’d get to be an age where I could talk with her about how exciting it is that she’s now a big girl and can sleep by herself and dreamed that she would agree and be very excited… Yeah, that’s not what went down. Shoshana cried “I wan seep in Mommy Daddy bed” for almost 2 hours straight and I was in a cloud of anxiety throughout the process. I ate to attempt to calm myself. A few hours later (in the wee hours of the morning), I had a weird experience where I looked in the mirror and the reflection to me evoked a sense of the demonic – as if I were the devil. Something filled with evil and I hated myself and was ashamed. I couldn’t shake the feeling for a few days.
I’m blessed to have a wonderful therapist. I brought this up to him. This is not who I want to be or how I want to see myself. I also don’t want Shoshana to grow up to hate herself the way I, for some reason, do. And then, in therapy, something clicked.
Not that I heard something new. Not that it was even part of the topic of our discussion. But I started to cry because I heard a voice in my head say “I am NOT useless.” For some reason throughout my life I’ve felt as if I’ve simply sponged off of others around me, never truly supported myself – I’ve been a leach. And while I know I’ve expressed this concern before I don’t know that I ever truly connected it with my deep seated hatred of myself. But I realized, I’m not just a taker. I give too. I’m not useless – I may not return kindness, gifts, favors, etc in kind, but I do give something in return. Whether it’s a smile, or listening to a friend who needs to talk, or giving a Christmas gift to someone who didn’t expect it, I give.
My therapist picked up on what I was saying and mentioned a discussion he had with a rabbi in regards to the “Shema” – the argument was that it’s not a prayer to say our G-d is the one and only, but a chance for us to reflect on the oneness of humanity. We are all in the image of G-d – all of us together as one. No person can survive on their own – we all have to use others and give back to others to live our lives. I’ve tried so hard in my life to prove that I can “do it by myself.” And because I’ve never “succeeded” on my own, I’ve viewed myself as a failure and useless, thus worthy of being hated. And since others weren’t hating me appropriately, I had to hate myself all the more to make up the difference. But I finally realized/accepted today, I don’t have to – and I’m not supposed to be able to be “an island unto myself.”
I know people have been trying to tell me this for years but it just never clicked. I don’t know what made me understand it today, but something did and I feel a weight lifted. I cried. I cried because I was happy to be free, even if for a minute, of my self-hatred. And I cried because I was sad that I’ve spent so much time hating instead of enjoying me.
It’s going to take time to break my bad habits of self degradation, and as with other habits, I’m sure there will be relapses. But this year, I think I’m ready to live “happy” with who I am. Weight loss would be nice, but it’s such a small aspect of what I bring. I’ve said it to other people for years but never believed it for myself. I think I’ve finally gotten it. Or at least am starting…starting with less self-hatred.