Feeling the Fear

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This has been a rollercoaster of a week emotionally. My old dog had a stroke last weekend. She couldn’t walk straight, stand up to eat and was really miserable. I waited til after the weekend to call the vets fully expecting to have her put to sleep. Due to Covid they aren’t able to let owners in to the building. I wasn’t going to leave her to die scared and alone so the deal was that one of the vets would come out to the car instead but I had to wait until Wed morning. We sat in the sunshine in the busy car park together and I sang to her and cried. The vet came out and the outcome was to give her a bit longer as she may recover enough to enjoy life again. Apparently dogs often do. A lot of her distress was from nystagmus (rapid eye flicking that makes you dizzy and unable to focus and feel sick) but he had a tablet for that. We went home and she’s still with us. A little brighter but it’s still hanging in the balance. She won’t eat for herself but she’s moving around more. Death is hovering in the wings again, casting a shadow. I can’t help thinking of all the families who have been unable to be with their human loved ones who are sick and have died and I really can’t imagine the pain of that other than to know how unbearable it would be.

Thursday I had a call scheduled with my boss to discuss future plans. I had said I was leaving to work for myself end of August but they persuaded me to stay on some hours to do training, supervision etc. Then my young patient killed herself and Covid happened so I asked if I could defer which we agreed. Things have been ok and mostly I’ve been enjoying work through lockdown. Turns out that’s not possible as the company is looking at a large deficit forecast this year. They can’t afford to replace me now and need me to go when I said I would though I can reduce slowly over a few months. I stayed calm and grown up and got on with my day. I told C and he just said “we’ll be ok” and went back to work. I went grocery shopping after work and ruminated on his unemotional reaction along with the situation. By the time I got home I was tired, hungry and angry with him. I ramped up my emotions and we argued. I got the wine bottle out and poured a glass and took a swig then spat it out. I felt stupid but also a desperate need to go back to not knowing, oblivion, fuck it mode. I wanted him to appreciate how shaken I felt, how anxious I was and to help me find solutions. He pointed out that I’d been wanting to leave my job so struggled to understand my upset. I knew that but now things had been taken out of my control and I was scared.

Later that evening when we’d made up I realised that fear has held me back a lot and fear is the wine witches friend. I was scared to leave my first marriage for a long time until C came along and provided a catalyst. I’m scared to be fully sober and I’m scared to work completely for myself. Fear keeps me stuck in the forest wandering around not sure which way to go. I don’t want to go back to drinking or to working for the NHS but I make half baked choices to hedge my bets. Floating in this limbo makes it more likely I’ll go backwards not forwards. I also realised I don’t like putting the effort in. I’m not very disciplined. I’ve gotten away with that all my life – winging my way along. To make this work I’m going to have to work harder than I’m used to off my own steam. There won’t be anyone else to blame if things go wrong. I’ll have to manage my money more carefully than I ever have. I know what it’s like to not have money from my childhood and student days. Since then I’ve had a well paid job for over 30 years but I’ve not saved or managed it, I’ve just done as I pleased and my current situation is in part a result of that careless attitude. That is going to have to change. To be disciplined I’m going to have to let go of my crutches that ease the fear but keep me stood still. I’ll have to make choices instead of having it all my way. This may turn out to be the best thing that’s happened or it may go wrong. Loss and change are the only certainties in life really. It’s what we do when faced with them that makes the difference. I need to face this, work out what I want to do, feel the fear and get past it through planned sustained effort.

I wrote that Saturday as it is now but I wasn’t happy with it and didn’t want to publish. I thought it sounded preachy and I wasn’t feeling it. I was meeting a few friends for a socially distanced birthday picnic in the park. It was lovely to see them – really special after over 2 months. I didn’t want to drink but I did have a little bit of E. I had a nice time, both before and after the E and if I’m honest it didn’t add a lot to the experience other than I didn’t feel left out. I came home in time to enjoy the rest of the evening with C. I could tell myself that it’s fine – I get to define the limits of my sobriety; but I know that’s not true given the incident with the wine and what I’ve written above. It’s me being scared and retreating back to the familiar and that’s not the direction I’m travelling. The Paul Weller song below has been in my consciousness and on my playlist for many years now – a tune calling me to make changes. I know what I need to do – I just have to get on and do it. It’s the 1st June today – 3 months to get my shit together. When I’ve posted this I’m going to make a start.

“Brand New Start”Paul Weller

I’m gonna clear out my head
I’m gonna get myself straight
I know it’s never too late
To make a brand new start

I’m gonna kick down the door
I’m gonna get myself in
I’m gonna fix up the yard
And not fall back again

I’m gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven on the ground
Not something distant or unfound
But something real to me
But something real to me

All that I can I can be
All that I am I can see
All that is mine is in my hands
So to myself I call

There’s somewhere else I should be
There’s someone else I can see
There’s something more I can find

It’s only up to me …..

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  1. What an honest, brave and inspiring post. “I know what I need to do – I just have to get on and do it.” I’m on exactly the same page on that point…. for me it’s writing addiction. I need to get a lot of unpleasant but necessary tasks done. Anyway, thanks for sharing where you’re at. You look at your own actions very hard and it’s rare that people do that. Kudos, and onwards indeed, sister blogger. xoxox 💛

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  2. p.s. I am so so sorry for your dear doggie. When our Boris grew ill and died, it was a heavy grief process, even though it was expected and he was old. Also my sincere condolences for the loss of your job. That’s majorly heavy as well. Sending heartfelt hugs.

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  3. yes, facing the fear is the seemingly most difficult part, and when we look back we always realize our fear was what was keeping us back but we WERE capable of doing it, no matter what it was. Sending lots of strength and a gentle reminder to not go too hard on yourself 🙂 ❤ Anne

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  4. I hope your dog is able to have a little more quality time with you.

    That’s really tough about work. Abrupt loss of control is always hard. But you’ve made it this far, and I really think you’re going to be able to make this work. ❤️

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  5. Take it easy on yourself; one step at a time. I was furloughed in April, and while I wasn’t that bummed because I was so drained from that job, I still need and want to earn more than I was making as a freelance writer. It sounds like you just need to take a rest, come back to the job thing later when you are past the emotions. Drinking just makes it worse, but I get the desire to just block it out; that always came to me when I was trying to do too many things in my mind, too many expectations. SO sorry about your pup; ours is dying every day, and I am beyond the tears, but it is not easy. Remember, you are worth the effort; change comes in unexpected ways and forms…xx

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  6. Tough, tough times. Don’t underestimate all the stress you have been under. The sadness, worry and grief around your dog, the unknown and lack of control with your job and this whole situation we find ourselves in with daily cock ups and disasters and not knowing what the hell is happening. Really honest and brave. Good luck with taking on your fears and remember to stay kind to yourself at all times. Love Claire xx

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  7. I always enjoy your honesty. I’m glad you know what holds you back and glad to hear your plan to move forward. Love the song too, especially the last verse. It is, in fact, only up to you (and we will always be here to support and cheer you on!). Xx


  8. So much change.
    Don’t underestimate yourself. I expect your 30 years of work was the result of significant work on your behalf. You weren’t just winging it. Give yourself credit!

    The world is scary now. It’s hard to accept changes as they come.perhaps you were upset with your husband because you didn’t really want solutions, your wanted hugs. People who love is sometimes forget that by trying to show us how things aren’t so bad they are really denying us our fear.

    It’s a lesson I learn with my kids over and over. No fixing only love.

    Hugs. Whatever you choose will be amazing. Listen to your heart.


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