Wild_things Unexpectedly
I faced one of my greatest fears yesterday. Of course it would be Halloween.

bouncy and full of myself I decided on a whim to publish the article I wrote
about my name and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, on PsychCentral. Something light for Halloween, I thought.

the article was posted I went about my business. Later, when I checked on it again, my
blood ran cold. Someone left a not-so-nice comment:

"Would you like cheese
with your whine?"

Ouch. Well gee, I guess I could see someone looking at
it that way. I let it go. Comments that aren't positive is part of the
blogging territory, part of being "out there."  I went back to work. 
Two hours later I peeked again, another comment, this one stopped me in
my tracks:

"You're stupid."

boy. Now what do I do? Take down the post? Leave it and see what happens? Did I
make a terrible mistake that was bound to destroy my reputation? Who did I
think I was anyway? 

you smell the panic?

tried to breathe. It helped but my heart was still beating too fast. I drank
a cool glass of water. Better. Quickly I texted a cry for help to my editor, Steve, and then drove home.

I walked into my house I smelled the delicious aroma of dinner. My husband, who
was cooking, greeted me, quickly followed by my daughter and my dog. Gratitude
washed over me.

may think I'm exaggerating this whole thing, it seems so silly, but these were
my genuine feelings.

tag line up on my flag head says "for those with courageous hearts but
thin skins," because I suspect many of us who deal with anxiety and
depression feel just like that. Never do I want this blog to be a vanity project. My mission is to help people be resilient, not just temporarily happy. Everyone deserves to feel strong and confident no matter what life brings, to know they can deal with anything and thrive. In order to do this effectively I fully admit, I'm not just a teacher, I'm also a student.

When I was able to talk with Steve he talked me down by saying,
"You are trying to help people by not hiding behind an impersonal therapist facade.
You admit you have foibles, you aren't perfect, you struggle, too. That's who
you are, that's what people identify with. You can be a professional and still
make mistakes, be human."

about writing, he said, "My artist friend, Farzad Kohan, says that as an artist you can
work behind closed doors at which point no one is allowed to criticize. But
once you put your art on a gallery wall, open it to the public, you can't
protect it any longer. In a sense, it doesn't belong to you anymore."

gave me something to think about. When I went back to PsychCentral I found
someone, one of the editors, I guess, had taken down the nasty comments. I
considered taking down the entire post. I decided not to.

In order to get over this 'stupid' incident
I had to face my real fear. It wasn't a matter of toughening up. Ages ago I accepted I will always be
sensitive. My sensitivity is in large part what makes me a good therapist. Tolerating this confrontation with my greatest fear was the challenge. And what is my greatest fear? My
greatest fear is not being perfect and being rejected as a result.
There, I
said it. It's an old fear. The very first post ever on this blog was about just that.

Your core fear may be something else but I'll bet it messes with your life, too. Unless we can tolerate standing still long enough to face them, get through, around, over or under  them, the fears win.

addition to talking with Steve, these four things helped me a lot. I want to share them with you in the hope that maybe you can identify with what I went through and these might help you too:

> A blog
post by new contributing writer to PsychCentral Lisa Brookes Kift, Psychotherapists Unmasked on the Internet.

> A post
by Therese Borchard featuring an interview with Michelle Russel, who blogs Practice Makes Imperfect, on perfectionism

> Remembering that no one really cares about this but me and I really shouldn't care so much. The good old, positive, GET OVER YOURSELF self-talk.

> Going to a boisterous, wine-and-good-food-embracing dinner party with friends and
family who ground me.

Image from Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak