I moved to a small town at the start of the pandemic, and spent the first year or so more or less just alone in my apartment with very little contact with people. I’m now at the point where I’d like to start building a life here. I have only one friend here, no partner, no community really, and I’ve just left a job I didn’t care about without any clear idea on what kind of career I’d even like to pursue. I’m almost 40 and it feels like I’m starting from scratch.
My mood (and nervous system states) fluctuate hugely both through my cycle and even during the course of the day. When I’m feeling optimistic, I’ll make some plans in an attempt to build connections, whether that’s setting up dates through a dating app, signing up for a pottery class, etc. But I think in part because of how much time I spent alone at the beginning of the pandemic, my nervous system is now activated around literally anything involving interacting with other people (might be worth noting that I’m neurodiverse with some sensory sensitivities, so being out and about and interacting with people can be genuinely exhausting for me, especially in the Autumn of my cycle). So when these events get closer, I’m riddled with dread. This goes one of two ways: either I cancel the plans and feel relieved but am no closer to my goal of finding friends/community/a parter/a career path, or I’m in a state of panic for the day or two before the event, and am cursing past me for committing to these plans and feel really trapped. Usually if I can actually get myself to do whatever the plans are, I’ll feel fine during and after. It’s just the anticipation that’s absolutely miserable. I want to be able to get involved in my community and meet new people, but at the same time I don’t want to feel as though I’m forcing myself into an activated nervous system state almost constantly. Even though technically it was me who chose to make these plans, because my moods fluctuate so much, it really feels like some other person made these plans and is forcing me to do them.
Obviously if I think about what I really want, at least when I’m in ventral vagal, it’s new experiences, meeting new people, exploring my interests so that I can figure out next steps career-wise, etc. But it’s very hard to tap into that when my whole body is basically telling me that if I attend a new book club I’m literally going to die! It really feels that dramatic to my nervous system. And yet I know nothing is going to change if I continue to just sit and watch TV every night with my dog (as enjoyable as that is).