It’s day one of my cycle and I’ve woken up full of rage. It doesn’t feel like a thought is driving the anger, it’s just THERE, in my chest, massive and the colour of a bruise, throbbing. No reason why. Every month I need to take days just to regulate myself and then feel guilty for not being available for my children. I often feel consumed with emotion (sadness/rage) without there being a cause. It’s almost as if I feel these emotions and assign them meaning in hindsight just to make sense of them. I try to sit in these emotions, but they feel so huge, as though they are in control and I am just a slave to my hormones. I’m angry that I just have to accept that some days I’m going to cry continually and some days I won’t even be able to look at another human being without snapping – and then feeling guilty.
Recently, I have been putting a LOT of energy into making myself believe that I am enough and that my worth is set. I am a writer. I have an agent and a few years ago we went on submission to publishers to try and sell my (2nd) novel. There was interest but ultimately it didn’t work out. I have spent the last two years writing a new novel, one that I am really proud of. I have had three very big publishers love it and take it to acquisition meetings but in each case it fell at the last. Being so close to my dream, which I have been working toward for ten years, and not quite making it – again – is heart-breaking. All my time is going into putting off this feeling of inadequacy and failure. I feel invisible and so reliant on others to achieve my goals – I’ve put in the work, getting up at 5am to draft and edit – but now I have zero control. My agent seems to think there is still hope with other publishers but all I can feel is dread that we’ll end up in the same place as book one, and I will feel like a failure – again. The universal advice is to keep writing, but for me, this is a two year process as I have children and I work. Plus, I’m finding it so hard to put aside thoughts of ‘what’s the point? It’ll just end up unpublished.’ I’m trying really hard with thought work to believe I am enough, but at times I just don’t believe it. I’m so ready to make this my career, and after ten years of trying I can’t help the feelings of desperation and impatience. I am ready for the results, and feel I deserve them. There’s a lot of self loathing here too as I bitterness is a trait I really don’t like in others – I like to take responsibility. I suppose my question is how do I really believe I am enough?