Lessons from yoga: the power of No

In my yoga class this morning, our guide commended us on our practice observing that we were all modifying and prioritizing our bodies where we needed to. This, she said, was the sign of advanced practitioners. The class was a challenging one, I had to modify several times. Essentially saying “No” to pushing my body too far in certain poses. The studio offers all of us a safe place to say “No” to certain directions when our bodies are telling us not to push. Maybe somedays we do, maybe somedays we don’t. Maybe we push for some poses; maybe we ease off on others. The option of choosing health, of non-harming, of ahimsa, means we are saying “No” to injury and possibly harming ourselves. We approach our practice with self-love.

I am currently trying to say “No” in several work situations. Unfortunately, many job expectations are harming to our mental and emotional health. For me, I struggle deeply with my GAD. Still, on most days, I push myself and find in many cases that all was eventually OK. However, I currently find myself trying to train a difficult and incompetent individual. I have spoken at length about this with my supervisor, who is unsupportive. Meanwhile, my anxiety climbs higher each day. I don’t feel heard or understood. And on top of this there is a very ill-conceived on-call rotation plan which has suddenly been introduced into our lives by the same supervisor.

But I am saying “No” in two ways:

  1. First I am questioning the on-call plan with HR
  2. I am job searching

While these are long processes of saying “No”, they are still worth pursuing if there will be less anxiety and depression in the long run. Of course, to me – an introvert – these paths in and of themselves are very difficult but I need to minimize the harming expectations and environment of my work life.

The reminder and encouragement to say “No” to injury and self-harm in this morning’s class was definitely timely and well received by me.
Namaste.

Photo by Elina Fairytale on Pexels.com

The struggle is real

Living as an introvert with generalized anxiety disorder (GAD)

Why am I always fighting this? This anxiety? The bullying? The abuse? This sick feeling in my throat? The tingling arms and legs? The never-ending fatigue? The conclusion that life is too much and the only way out is not to be awake? If I am asleep, then I don’t feel any of it? The feeling of dread? The feeling I am here for everyone to use and take advantage of until they don’t need me anymore. The feeling that I am so unimportant to every person who has ever been part of my life.

People just seem to want to forget me; to think I am not valuable to them. To be around only until my use to them is over. Until they are bored with me? They create the problem then walk away because they figure now it’s my problem and they don’t want to deal. Leave me traumatized, afraid, angry, and hurt – but still want more out of me. But do not want to deal with my boundaries in the meantime. Do not want to deal with the inconvenience of it in their lives. But they did it! They created this mess! I keep having to clean up after these irresponsible people. After every storm, I clean up alone. Because they leave me. Leave me now that I am empty. Leave me now that it’s my problem. Leave me because it’s too hard for them. Well this time, it’s too hard for me too.

One too many times I’ve been here feeling beaten to a pulp and abandoned like I’m worth nothing. After all the days I have dragged myself through. After all the hours and days and weeks of overtime. After I became like them for a while until one day I woke up saying–“No, this is not me!” If I need to be like this to survive here then no. Is it just the people and situations I unwittingly attract? Why then do I attract these people and situations? I want to tell someone about this but I am afraid they will judge me further. I am in therapy, which is great, but I still feel the fear all the time.

I feel like I am clinging to the will to live. I have no idea where this will end up and that scares me so much. What if they still ignore me? I am afraid. I am so very afraid that I will lose everything. Everything. Myself included. I’m clinging on but I don’t know how much longer I can until I make a decision. I want to resign from my stressful job. But then what?