I finally went to see a counselor yesterday…for just me, not for my marriage. I’ve been wanting to for, oh, several years. Now that the first appointment is over, I find myself wondering why it was so hard to just GO. I told myself that I couldn’t afford it. Probably true, but at this point I’d rather go into debt than not see someone. I need it that much. I told myself that I didn’t know how to find the right person. Also true, but what’s so inherently terrible about finding a couple of wrong therapists in the pursuit of finding the right one?
All excuses. I’m not sure whether my reticence was a result of laziness or fear. I know that therapy (no matter what kind) is hard work, and maybe I just felt that I simply couldn’t add one more emotionally draining task to my load. Hogwash, of course. If my life is really so overwhelming that adding one more thing seems impossible, then that’s all the more reason to go to counseling.
So, I met my new counselor for the first time yesterday, and I am astounded by how helpful it was. I know that I have a long and painful road ahead of me, but already I have learned something about myself that explains a lot. (I know that the left-brain/right-brain theory is very over-generalized and not really truly accurate, but for the purpose of this blog post, let’s just accept the concept to a certain degree, because it has brought such a clarity to what I perceive to be my essential problem.) I am not whole. I have become segmented.
As a child, I used to pick up my pencil with my left hand (which is controlled by the right hemisphere of the brain), but my teachers trained me to be right handed. I have always felt that I was right-brained, as well, because I am naturally a creative and intuitive sort of person. I’m very in touch with my emotions. Art was always my favorite subject in school, and not just because it was easier than, say, math. I also sang a lot throughout my childhood and high school. Yep, right-brained.
The problem? The professional world is more suited to left-brained folks. I am very adaptable. In school, where logic and intellect are prized over creativity, I learned to focus on using the left side of my brain. And since completing my education, in my professional career, I have essentially trained myself to be exclusively left-brained while at work. …So much so that I effectively become someone entirely different when I’m in the office… It’s still really me, but it’s a different side of me that is completely disconnected to the other parts of me. Case in point, someone at work will ask me on a Friday what my plans are for the weekend and my mind goes a complete blank. It’s like I put on competency like a garment for the 9 hours that I am in the office, and I cannot switch out of that mode even for a moment to remember what fun I might have planned. I literally have to whip out my phone and look at my calendar to see what the heck I have going on. Same thing looking back, too. “What did you do this last weekend?” Complete blank.
I’m not a ditzy person. On the contrary, while at work I am highly competent. Very efficient. It’s not rocket science or anything, but take a look at my blog posts and see my analytical tendency. I don’t wish to seem arrogant, and I certainly don’t think I’m anything close to a genius, but I honestly think I have above-average intellect (and all the tests I’ve taken support that assumption). That analytical way of thinking that I’m describing, though, is not my normal. It’s my learned way of thinking.
So, I come home after work and I am exhausted after spending all day functioning in a mode that is not my natural tendency, and I crash both mentally and emotionally. Then my depression joins the party and become completely useless.
Aside: My poor husband. He catches a brief glimpse of me in my work mode and he almost doesn’t recognize me. Then by the time I come home, I’ve transitioned out of my left-brained mode, and I’m just a lump of organic matter, not even able to make a decision about what I want for dinner.
And here’s the point of the whole post: No wonder I feel so broken and disjointed. No wonder I can’t even take a simple personality test because I can’t decide which “me” I’m evaluating. No wonder I feel panic when I try to define my identity.
So… My homework from my counselor is to sketch. Or paint. And throughout the day at work, I’m to ask myself how I feel. Weirdest homework ever, hey?
I am excited that I finally have something concrete that I can point to and say, “yes, this is what my problem is…or part of it anyway.” Granted, I am a different person than I was when I was a child. Perhaps I have migrated for good over into the left side of my brain…but maybe if I spend some time immersed in those activities from my childhood that I used to love, maybe I’ll feel a little more connected to myself.
I don’t know if any of this makes sense to anyone other than me, but …well, it doesn’t really matter. It is enough that I understand. And I am so thankful – so relieved – for the clarity and freedom I feel.