
There are times in life when the wind is simply knocked out of you and trying to catch your breath requires concentrated effort. This week has been that for me. Tough doesn’t begin to describe it. When faced with a crisis that could ruin everything I have built, a numbness set in like a global anaesthetic. I am thankful for that numb sensation as it keeps the equilibrium between my emotions and my mental processing. Eckhart Tolle might more eloquently describe this as a stepping back or allowing space so that the pain-body doesn’t run the show. I’m not saying I don’t have a pain-body that likes to react. I certainly do. Equally strong, is my ego that wants to protect itself. I call it my trickster.
Allowing ‘the numb’ to serve me is a skill I developed over time. It is not a natural a response I was born with. I grew up in a family where yelling was common. Act →React →Engage. That was the pattern. Usually this was done at high noise levels deeply rooted in a place of fearfulness and anger. I still remember the feeling of uncomfort this gave my inner self. I hated feeling out of control of myself scrambling to retain my position in the fight like an animal fighting for its life. It is scary to watch two animals tear shreds out of each other. The growls, squeals of pain, adrenaline pumping. Fighting is something that deeply disturbs me.
When, I began the process of living free of antidepressants, I knew that I would need to learn or reprogram myself to create my own ‘numb’ that the antidepressants had afforded me for most of my life. I consciously worked on creating this. When situations occurred, my instincts were to REACT in emotion and pain. Adrenaline said fight, fight, fight! My inner self cowered, NO! Neither of these responses came from a place of self empowerment. That would be because, I wasn’t. I wasn’t empowered. I lacked the skills to deal with conflict. I lacked self esteem. I lacked assertiveness. I lacked the capacity to put things into a greater perspective. Be careful not to judge someone who looks have strength of character, for on the inside they may have no self esteem. That was me.
So, for a long stretch I would either react or run. The success rate of either of these approaches was not great. If I reacted, guilt and self debasing would set in for losing my cool. If I ran, it generally would eat at me for ages after the fact. Antidepressants took the extreme emotional responses and numbed them making like more manageable but for me, the side effect of that was, it also made my life less colourful, vibrant, and beautiful. I fought a long time with that, trying desperately, to find a way out.
The process of empowerment effects you on many layers. First you need to believe yourself worthy and of high esteem before you can react from a place of self valuing. Then you need to practice new skills to break well established habitual reaction oriented responses. This takes time and practice. It feels unnatural and uncomfortable. It means creating and learning to use your own pause button that can numb the painful response centre long enough that reaction comes from an inner place not a reactionary place. It is useful, to have a contact you can ring that helps calm you and bring you into the place of ‘numb’ when things have got out of hand. Finally, it means learning assessing and asserting yourself for your higher good.
It is difficult to say, “No, this is unacceptable and I need better” in a clear way that doesn’t offend. And sometimes maybe it will offend anyway. Empowering yourself means to me that I have a choice to engage or disengage. I have a choice to accept or not accept. I have a freedom to say what works for me. That freedom comes with a responsibility of self. That can feel like a huge responsibility. It means I am responsible for how I feel, act, or say. It also means, that others are responsible for themselves.
All any of us can do in life is the best we can with the information and skill sets we have at the time. I am a better version of me than I was when I was 20. I am a better version of me than when I was 30. I aim to be a better version of me for when I am 40. Life is a constant bettering. When I have it perfected, I’ll be dead. Until then, the process is continual.
This article was written in thanks to my best friend Jodi who always can help me return to the ‘numb’, who is always my voice of reason, and who stands by me regardless of what I know or don’t know (yet). Thank you!












