Life on Credit: When Morning Performance Turns into Emotional Bankruptcy
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The Root of All Extremes
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A Script with No Role for Me
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A Cage of My Own Skin
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Daily Freefall and Emotional Bankruptcy
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The Rarest Commodity: Safe Silence
April 16, 2026
The Root of All Extremes
I recently wrote about how I chased (im)perfection and later sought extreme physical pain just to broaden my shoulders for the weight of life. These were honest confessions, but they only spoke of the consequences – the strategies I unconsciously used to survive my own existence.These lines go deeper. They are about why I needed those rescue mechanisms in the first place. About when my life split into two black-and-white divided worlds, with no smooth transition between them. Only a sharp fall from white to black.
A Script with No Role for Me
I don’t remember the moment I gave up and started suppressing myself. There was no such turning point. From childhood, a script was written into me in which my worth depended exclusively on my usefulness. The system was set clearly: bring results, get attention. My inner experience, my true "self", was merely insignificant noise in this process.During adolescence, one naturally tries to break free from this shadow and find their own identity. But I didn't even have the basic physical space to discover who I was. I was constantly watched, constantly on the stage of others' expectations. I lacked even a few square meters of safety where I could take off this mask and just exhale my exhaustion into untainted emptiness.According to Erik Erikson, this period is crucial for experimenting with roles and searching for answers to the question Who am I?. If this process fails, it leads to the state that defined me for years.
Until a person resolves their identity crisis, they do not have a cohesive self-concept or a set of internal standards by which to measure their own worth in important areas of life. Erikson referred to this unsuccessful outcome as identity confusion.
QuoteTranslated— Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus • s. 130[1]This state, identity confusion, means that instead of your own inner self, you use only the metrics of others to measure your worth.
A Cage of My Own Skin
Despite this, I believe I would have eventually escaped this script. I would have naturally integrated into the outside world. But right at the critical age, I was betrayed by the most fundamental thing I have – my own body.
Aggressive acne, which scarred my face, wasn't just an aesthetic problem. It became an impassable wall - a cage. At an age when an adolescent's body image is directly tied to self-esteem and social acceptance, this physical difference cut me off from society.
Some problems during adolescence are directly related to hormonal changes, but many are tied to the personal and social consequences of physical changes and especially to their timing. If an adolescent matures earlier or later than their peers [...] it will affect their satisfaction with their own physical appearance.
QuoteTranslated— Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus • s. 128[1]Since I lost the chance to be accepted for who I naturally was, I returned to the only thing that gave me an illusion of worth: an obsession with performance. I used repression to avoid feeling pain, and I convinced myself that sadness didn't exist for me.
Daily Freefall and Emotional Bankruptcy
It worked for a long time. But today, I have nothing left to draw from. My effort to invest energy into performance to buy at least a piece of acceptance has turned out to be an absolutely loss-making investment. It is a life on energy credit. In the morning, I take a loan from my own body, which I pay off in the evening with crushing fatigue.This bankruptcy manifests in a brutal daily cycle. In the morning, I function on adrenaline and cortisol – my body is in a state of high alert driven by the sympathetic nervous system (the "fight or flight" response). At that time, I feel strength and an illusion of control.
The sympathetic nervous system is usually active during times of intense arousal, while the parasympathetic nervous system is associated with a state of rest. The sympathetic system is typically active in urgent situations, preparing the body for a response (in this context, it is often referred to as the 'fight or flight' reaction).
QuoteTranslated— Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus • s. 78[1]But this artificial world collapses with the first meal of the day. Physiologically, this is the moment when the parasympathetic nervous system takes over. Except for me, this relaxation doesn't mean rest, but the collapse of my defensive wall.
Once the emotion subsides, the activity of the parasympathetic nervous system, which controls the systems for energy conservation, takes over, and the organism returns to its normal state.
QuoteTranslated— Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus • s. 476[1]A return to the "normal state", in my case, means a fall into the reality of total exhaustion. According to Hans Selye, I have found myself in the third and final stage of stress.
The third stage, exhaustion, occurs when the organism cannot flee or attack, and in its attempts to fight or flee, it depletes its physiological resources. [...] These changes reduce the organism's ability to resist other stressors, such as infections and agents that cause further illness.
QuoteTranslated— Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus • s. 597[1]It is a state of apathy and the exhaustion stage, where I feel there is nothing left in my hands. They are cut off. Therefore, I instinctively delay this downward spiral for as long as possible.
The Rarest Commodity: Safe Silence
The greatest paradox of this state is that even though I've hit rock bottom, I can't just lie down. The idea of resting is completely unreal to me – I feel that I simply cannot afford it. The old script constantly convinces me that there are things I still have to do, and there is simply no room for me to just stop.I don't delay sleep because of a fear of silence. It is a total loss of hope. I have no will to end this day because, in a state of exhaustion, I no longer believe tomorrow will bring anything different, anything better. This is the moment when the morning's life on credit reveals its full harshness, and I remain trapped in a frantic need to "do something," even though my "hands have been cut off." Sleep then is not regeneration; it is just an empty vacuum that my internal program forbids me from entering.I know exactly what could pull me out of this state. It wouldn't be motivational speeches, new goals, or empty reassurances.I am looking for presence, I am looking for certainty, I am looking for...
References:
Nolen-Hoeksema, Fredrickson, Loftus•2012•Psychologie Atkinsonové a Hilgarda•ISBN 978-80-262-0083-3[1]
