I feel like I’m living a double life
I am very skilled at my job. Everyone tells me what a great job I’m doing. I get lots of recognition. I’m smart, impressive, funny and laid back. I work remote so I can mask much more easily. I’m married. Good salary. I own a house. I am, by all measures, “successful.” This is how I survived.
But when I am not in 9-5 mode where I can focus on something else and BE someone else, I fall apart. Screaming crying shaking hyperventilating flashbacks, telling my spouse I want a divorce, can’t leave the house because my anxiety is so high. Difficulty maintaining friendships because I feel so alone in what I deal with. Of the friends who know about my struggles, they think I’m either exaggerating, wanting attention, or should have checked into a mental hospital already because they don’t understand. Sometimes being around people in person feels like staring straight into the sun.
It’s not all the time but it’s often enough and gotten worse this year. For a while I was doing much better.
I’m in therapy twice a week and about to start group therapy. I’m on some meds that may or may not be doing anything but when I try new ones I go from bad to worse.
So I go through absolute hell in my off hours, and then Monday morning I shake it off, lock in, and I’m a corporate superstar.
I feel fucking insane.