from Chapter 1
Can This Book Really Help?
Carrie left me a message. ôIÆm scared. My new office was finished
yesterday, so I moved into it today. ItÆs really beautiful, with a view
of the shipsÆ canal. My new boss likes me a lot. This morning she asked
me to join some of the managers at an informal dinner at her home tonight. I
accepted and got directions.
ôI hadnÆt eaten breakfast and then I worked through lunch. After
work, I went into the ladiesÆ room and looked at myself and I thought,
How could anyone believe in me? IÆm gross looking. My clothes are all
wrong.
ôSo I putzed around, arranging my office, and lost track of the time
and left fifteen minutes late. And then I got stuck behind a school bus. So
I got to her place thirty minutes late. And then I saw the house she lives in.
ItÆs huge. ItÆs elegant. What was I doing there?
ôAnd all the cars were there already. Nobody was still arriving. I sat
outside for an hour and I couldnÆt make myself go in. So I finally just
left. I went to a restaurant and ate about three meals. Then I came home.
ôIÆm not good enough for this kind of job. I was afraid I would
do some stupid thing if I went inside and that everyone would hate me. And that
sheÆd think she made a big mistake hiring me.ö
I closed my eyes as I heard this because I could see the series of actions
and nonactions that became a cascade of self-sabotage for Carrie. I could tell
she wasnÆt seeing how her failure to show up would come across to her
boss. In the state she was in, she couldnÆt imagine what would be happening
inside the houseùher boss and the managers waiting for her, delaying dinner,
wondering and worrying, then waiting for an explanatory phone call. SheÆd
gotten lost in a tunnel in her head and saw everything from inside out.
At first it seemed to me that the triggerùthe first event that started
her slideùwas seeing herself in the ladiesÆ room mirror. But her
anxiety had been brewing before that. Her fancy new office scared her. Her bossÆs
appreciation scared her. Even her own thoughts scared herùwhat if she
couldnÆt measure up? The invitation to be a member of the inner circle
may have been the final straw.
So much bounty so soon in her new job led her to fear that she might not rise
to othersÆ expectations. This fear caused her to see herself as unattractive
when she looked in the mirror.
Carrie had already put herself in danger of not thinking clearly by skipping
breakfast and lunch. Then she made a series of decisionsùor, rather, failed
to make decisionsùthat could have led to a better outcome. She putzed
instead of thinking about how to get ready, didnÆt set an alarm in order
to get out of the office on time, and didnÆt call a therapy group member
to get help with her anxiety and decisions. By not acting in an effective way,
she allowed the internal avalanche to build.
By the time she was sitting outside her bossÆs elegant home, she was
in too deep. She had been swallowed by her anxiety and couldnÆt think
clearly enough to figure out how to ring the doorbell and go inside. Her world
had gotten very small; at that moment it consisted entirely of her fears and
that big, imposing house. Eventually I realized that I had my eye on the wrong
thing too. I wanted Carrie to keep that job and the support of her boss. I wanted
her to succeed in her profession and have enough money to allay her financial
worries. I wanted very much for her to not rack up another failure. I wanted
her to be happy.
Many years of being a therapist had honed my ability to work effectively with
people. But in CarrieÆs case I was operating under a wrong assumption.
I believed she wanted to be happy.
I was missing the paradox. For some people, happiness is upsetting. For them,
every joy must be equalized by a setback. Too much success must be balanced
by failure.
Comfort in Misery
We are creatures of survival. We were biologically designed, engineered, and
programmed to survive, more or less, at all costs. Yet survival can carry many
faces. If, for whatever reason, misery seems necessary for our survival, weÆll
choose misery.
Simplified, the logic goes like this:
Something good happened to me¦I was happy¦Then this horrible thing
followed or came from the same place or person that made me happy¦I was
nearly crushed by my grief. This means that happiness leads to crushing grief¦Therefore,
if I avoid happiness, IÆll protect myself from grief.
Different people might substitute other words for happy, such as safe, joyful,
free, or honored. Or they might use other words for grief, such as fear, disappointment,
shame, or disaster. For example, I felt so special as they sang ôHappy
Birthdayö to me. Then my father slapped me out of the chair, and I nearly
died from shame. So if I can avoid being honored, IÆll protect myself
from shame.
In all of these cases, the internal logic is the same: people try to protect
themselves against feeling bad by not feeling too good.
Triggered by Joy
A triggering event is one that sets off an inevitable chain reaction. To trigger
all the dominoes to fall, tip the first domino. To trigger yeast to grow, add
water and sugar.
Abstinent, recovering food addicts can get triggered by one cookie. It may
take an hour or a week for the relapse to take hold, but the trigger is the
first bite. From then on, for most sugar addicts, the slide into relapse is
inevitable.
For some of us, happiness itself can be a trigger, a trigger that makes a
slide into misery equally inevitable. In CarrieÆs case, she was triggered
by a symbol of success, her bossÆs appreciation and an invitation into
the inner circle. These were positive, exciting possibilities, and Carrie recognized
them as such. But that recognition caused a surge of anxiety for Carrie, and
she ended up handling that anxiety by behaving in a way that made her unhappyùand
made others unhappy with her.
Ensuring Misery
On the surface, BrianÆs pattern seemed quite different. Though he hated
hospitals, he worked as an orderly. He had a quick wit and an intelligent mind
but stopped attending his advanced training program at the community college
even though the course was interesting, his instructor was good, and the program
could have led to a better job with more money.
He lived in a dank, bare studio apartment that he hadnÆt made comfortable.
He dated women he did not love or even like. Nothing in life entranced him.
He plodded from requirement to requirement without being engaged.
He seemed to have an instinct for making choices that would keep him at that
same dutiful, empty level of existence. If he needed to turn left to take the
only available parking space, heÆd turn right.
When a coworker lovingly teased him, Brian took offense and chewed her out
so harshly that the coworker, who had been taking some first steps toward an
offer of friendship, decided not to pursue it.
Brian was so afraid of happiness that he made sure he was always miserable.
Brian and Carrie lead very different lives. BrianÆs life is colorless
and dark. Carrie is successful, and she has reason to be happy. But both keep
making choices that maintain them at a carefully calibrated level of existenceùbeneath
bliss and above despair.
A Larger Addiction
Sugar made Stephanie fearful and listless. If she took a bite of a doughnut
or two swigs of cola, within forty-eight hours she would be eating sugary foods
addictively. Her whole focus would switch to her next biteùwhere, when,
and how sheÆd get a new stash of sugar and eat it. She would be distracted
from work and her relationships.
When she abstained from sugar, Stephanie was clearheaded, made positive choices,
and felt good. All aspects of her life improved.
Through concentrated attention and effort, she stayed abstinent from sugar
for seven months. Then she sent me an e-mail: ôI lost my abstinence.ö
My heart groaned. I knew what would happen next. She was headed for a downhill
slide in which she would binge on sugar more and more and feel ever worse about
herself. Her abstinence had been hard-won. It would not be easily regained.
Was she just a typical addict, I wondered, with the typical propensity for relapse?
Or was something larger going on?
Among addicts of any stripeùalcoholics, drug addicts, food addicts,
compulsive workersùsome achieve a level of recovery in which their lives
gradually improve and become more fulfilling. And there are others who relapse
again and again.
In some cases, the addiction has too firm a hold. The addict seemingly cannot
become reconciled to a life without his addiction.
But thereÆs another category of people who relapse. These are the people
who are triggered by recovery itself. They are also the people who we helping
professionals have failed to help.
Recovery brings clarity, friendships, and joy. It draws people into union
with life. Serendipity shows up, again and again.
For some addicts, this is too much of a good thing.
Why? Because a bigger addiction, a more powerful and more subtle addiction,
is pulling the stringsùan addiction to misery.
ItÆs a subtle addiction that has many faces, but the common thread is
this: when things go too well or the person feels too good, she sabotages herself
in order to return to the more comfortable or familiar state of misery, unhappiness,
or grayness. In some cases, the mere possibility that things might go well or
that good feelings might arise is enough to trigger behavior that brings back
the misery.
Brian nips joy in the bud. Carrie hacks at it after itÆs been growing
a while. Stephanie lets her food addiction pull her back under. The experiences
of these three people look different, but the bottom line is the same. Not one
of them realizes that they are sabotaging themselves. They donÆt wake
up in the morning, stretch, and say, ôLife is getting too wonderful. I
think IÆll spoil it today.ö
Instead, at some point they cross a critical line that causes anxiety or fear
or unease to build. This transition is difficult for them (and, usually, anyone
else) to notice. But once that line is crossed, they move into behavior that
attempts to discharge the anxiety.
Yet, because they are focused on getting rid of their painful feelings, they
donÆt perceive the other consequences of their behavior. The good things
or feelings that were present become altered as a result. And with the removal
of those good things, their anxiety diminishes. Even if the loss of what was
good is upsetting, that condition is more bearable than their former anxiety.
For some of us, feeling too good for too long (or even feeling good at all)
is scary. Achievement creates anxiety. Intimacy leads to fear. Happiness produces
discomfort. Pleasure causes pain. The solution to this dilemma: what feels good
has to be stopped.
I call this an addiction to misery. For some people, it might be more appropriate
to talk about an addiction to victimization, or unhappiness, or failure, or
being failed by others.
This book provides an introduction to this problem and a practical program
for climbing out of it.
How This Book Can Help
This book is for people who suspect they suffer from an addiction to misery
but donÆt know how they got there or what to do about it.
ItÆs also for the families and loved ones of these people, who have
been puzzled by the destructive choices theyÆve watched their friends,
partners, or family members make.
An addiction to misery is a particularly pernicious and difficult problem
because it operates behind the scenes like a puppeteer behind a curtain. It
can manifest in so many guises that the larger pattern can be easy to miss.
Maybe you have read books on codependency or related recovery issues, yet you
didnÆt find solutions for yourself. This could be the reason: a larger,
hidden issue was actually going on that was influencing you.
It is not unsolvable. The program in this book offers a path to emancipation
and a way to expose and neutralize the configuration of events that imprinted
the problem in the first place.
IÆve watched and exulted as my own clients have used this program to
protect or improve their jobs, restore their health, find intimacy, and collapse
in unfettered, uproarious laughter and delight.
This is a book of solutions and of hope. ItÆs a way to empower yourself
to step beyond the invisible web that has held you captive. ItÆs a doorway
into a fuller existence.
Welcome.
¬2004. All rights reserved. Reprinted from When Misery Is
Company by Anne Katherine. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without
the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Hazelden, Center City, MN
55012-0176.
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