I was still feeling very depressed when I woke up today. I spent about an hour and a half working on my book, finishing one chapter, which I then split into two, as it was very long and had a natural breaking point. I’ve written about 42,000 words so far, plus I have a fragment of about 4,000 words for the next chapter. I’m aiming for 70,000 to 80,000 words overall, so I’m somewhat over halfway. Maybe I will get a first draft finished by the end of the year after all.
I had therapy. I was processing a lot of emotions that I felt uncomfortable with. Feelings that triggered my inner critical voice and the guilt/shame emotions, feelings that I usually want to just repress rather than admit to and process. I did at one point feel that I had to check that the therapist didn’t hate me for the things I was saying. Despite that, I think it went well, but it was just draining and difficult.
I went for a walk afterwards and there were a lot more people out than I’ve seen for weeks, now that lockdown is partially lifted. It was hard to socially distance (that should probably be “distance socially,” but that sounds weird). I might start wearing a mask, although I’ve been dreading doing so for fears of autistic sensory discomfort. Mum and Dad were brave and went to a National Trust site. The buildings were closed, but they could go around the parks. I’m glad they went despite the risk as Mum was glad to go out the house for something non-cancer-related.
I went to a Zoom shiur (religious class) at the London School of Jewish Studies (LSJS) in the evening, the first of three sessions. I would not normally do that on a therapy day as I get very tired after therapy, but this was on the meaning of life and I’m struggling with finding meaning in life at the moment, so it seemed worth making the effort. This week’s session was on whether life is meaningless (arguments for and against). Strangely, there were a lot of people there I knew: a friend of my parents’; someone who used to volunteer with me at the asylum seekers drop-in centre; a library user from the first library I worked at; someone who used to go to my previous shul (synagogue); and someone who goes to the Wednesday shiur. This did not prevent social anxiety; if anything, it worsened it. I wish I did have the confidence to participate more at these shiurim. I think I would get more out of them if I did. Someone appeared to be Zooming in from their hospital bed, which showed dedication.
As often happens with shiurim at the LSJS, I can’t avoid the impression that if my life had gone to plan I could have been giving classes there or running the library or at least mixing in the same social circles as the people who do those things and certainly that I would want some of those things. I want to be in a circle of like-minded people and friends, but I find it very hard to socialise at all, let alone direct my socialising purposefully towards meeting particular people. The same goes for work: it’s hard enough finding a job, let alone building a particular career. It’s another sign of my feelings of frustration with my life, that I haven’t achieved what people who go to Oxford usually achieve in terms of career and that I don’t mix with people with a similar outlook on life.
It was arguably a productive day overall, even if my emotions were up and down. I find it hard to realise that, given my issues, I do have fairly productive days. I just feel I should always be doing more.