Just when you think it’s safe to go back in the water…
June 4, 2009You find out that you’re swimming with the same mental sharks.
I didn’t write anything last week, because I didn’t know how to type the equivalent of vomiting blood (which is especially bad when you’re swimming with sharks). This week wasn’t any better.
I’ve been doing this therapy thing for 4 months, and here’s what has come out–repeatedly:
I am never satisfied by what I write. I only occasionally enjoy the writing process. No matter what I do, I don’t think I will ever get a job. No matter what I achieve, I always feel underqualified. I am deeply ashamed to be so old and so unaccomplished. I was a fool to think that academia is a meritocracy. I was a fool to think that I could have a really boring but basically satisfying middle-class life.
If I enjoyed the process enough
If I were able to survive financially
If I thought what I did mattered
But I don’t, and I can’t, and it doesn’t.
As soon as I figure out how to, I’m quitting therapy. It’s only been further evidence that I’m a fucking sucker.
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