Menna said:
This thinking about things, feeling depressed is triggered by something. When doing this exercise I feel its important to try and remember what you were thinking about before the mental activity has dropped write it down and at a later time look deeper into this thought/feeling when did it start that day? Why did it start that day? is it something that you are constantly writing down before the drop? Knowing youself, reading information about co deprendency and narcassism is a great way to find out where and why these negative thoughts "programs" are running in our head.
That's exactly what I did. Within the last view weeks I wrote down my feelings and thoughts in order to be more aware of what I feel. This specific feeling of being depressed that day is definitely something I write down constantly and since I've read a few books about narcissism, I can now see the connection. Thank you for mentioning it. In the last few days something started to emerge in my mind, what could be the reason for this pattern, but it hasn't been clear to me yet. Today I talked to my therapist about it and now I know the reason. It all fits together like a puzzle. It has something to do with my tendency to please people and my difficulty to separate myself from others. I am afraid of hurting, irritating or disappointing my counterpart and being rejected by him/her.
:/ In this case I was afraid of disappointing my colleagues. It's a games company and I work in the graphics department. I really like my colleagues. They are very kind and considerate people. But I feel that I am not that enthusiastic and passionate about games and playing games as they are. To me it's a job I do for money in order to sustain myself. They are really, really talented and experienced. So they have both: a passion for games and enormous skills. I on the other hand have no passion for games and I am not that skilled. So there are many situations when I experience feelings of insufficiency. I fear that they might discover that I am not good enough. I may disappoint them one day. They may have a wrong picture of me, overestimating me. So I'm constantly doing the best I can to go with the black ravens although I am a white raven. I try to hide my white feathers if I can. I don't feel all right being the white raven. To fit in perfectly, to be the good boy is something I've learned at home. It's the way I grew up in my covertly narcissistic family. When there was carnival I had to wear a fools costume, that my mother had needled together with her whole heart and soul, so it would be quite selfish of me if I actually wanted to go as a cowboy. I was ashamed when I met my armed friends. Then I had to wear a bunny-costume, she had made for mm... herself. So at least my friends had something to shoot at. OR I had to wear short leather trousers, you know, like a boy from the alps, because I looked so damn cute in those trousers! Being the good boy to please mom is a constant projection that makes me fearful and paranoid, that makes me denying myself on various occasions. I have difficulties to make decisions, which are in my own interest. In order to be a good boy I'm constantly wriggling like a worm. That's a huge drain on my energy. That might be another reason why I am so easily exhausted. But my therapist encouraged me to be more irritating. She is the one who called me the white Raven. It's just an example for being different but also interesting, something I have to get used to. That I am not like them is also interesting.
This is something I have touched on a few occasions but it has never been a constant realization. It has been something that easily thinks into oblivion. So I need to practice it much more.
The difficulty of separating myself from others also reminds me of the hedgehog family I discovered a few month before I left the family stronghold (and it took me long time to be ready to leave my nest). They had built a nest outside in the garden. The little ones had a hard time with the family dogs. One had an encounter, in which it was injured. Mother and I intervened. Fortunately it wasn't that bad. She put it back to it's nest. A few weeks later the hedgehog mother left once again to get some food. But this time the little ones seem to follow one by one. I caught it on video. One of the siblings had the courage to follow her, another one was too shy and returned home. It wasn't ready yet. I strongly suspect that it's the one that got hurt. But I was sure it would leave it's nest one day. It just needed a little more time. It was all about growing up, a lesson I could learn from nature that day. Observing those hedgehogs had quite an impact on me. Later my therapist told me that these animals are very sensitive beneath their prickles, that they must learn to get in touch and interact with each other without to hurt anyone. They encouraged me to leave my nest. And they also encourage me now to be true to myself, true to my prickles. I will never forget this hint from nature. Even now it brings tears to my eyes.
I think I will replace my avatar picture with a picture of a hedgehog to allways remind myself :P Thanks for this helpful thread.