I'm interested in unpicking this a bit - as I've mentioned upthread I have "mild" OCD tendencies. Their origin is based in actual risk. If I don't lock my doors I could be burgled. If I don't minimise the risk of fire myself, one could still happen but it wouldn't be "my fault" - likewise if I'm burgled because someone breaks in physically I know I did all I could to minimise the risk. Neither thing have happened but that is likely due to making sure, obsessively, that I have minimised the risks. My problem is the fear I feel that it still might happen and I'll have losses to deal with, and lack of trust and confidence in both myself and the wider world due to catastrophic losses in a short period of time.
I can tell myself over and over it's irrational, but my visceral physical reactions remain.
I have an underlying belief that I am or should be being punished, and this is the third cycle I've been through with a similar theme - normal life events and situations that I was happy with being destroyed in relatively left field fashion. I've rebuilt twice. This time I'm scared to. I feel I'm "not allowed nice things" and some people's behaviour and reactions make me feel a bit "typhoid Mary". My innate sense of personal responsibility and accountability means I do look at my role in it all and blame myself.
So I didn't give my DP or my Mum cancer, but did I do enough for them (different processes in each case but the feeling is the same). I did everything I could to keep my business going while grieving my DP - I didn't cause the economic changes that contributed to its failure, but I should have done more. I didn't get myself evicted, my landlord chose to sell. I supported and advocated for my SM when her mental health went off a cliff at the beginning of last year - now my 85 year old Dad is in temporary accommodation because they couldn't stay together and be safe. Divorce of my elderly parents was not on my batshit bingo card.
I'm well aware negative emotions are part and parcel of life but the sheer overwhelming nature of cumulative anger grief, frustration and dread is exhausting.
There is a whole industry around "toxic positivity". We ARE told that negative emotions are wrong to a degree. We are actively encouraged not to burden friends or family in times of trouble and to seek medication and therapy, both from a medical and a capitalist perspective.
As a PP mentioned the modern world is vastly different to the world I grew up in and multiple factors are at play.
Today is my birthday. I hate my birthday. Three years ago on my birthday I received the news that DP had had a second devastating brain bleed and wasn't coming back after ten days in isolation in hospital after the first. He tested positive for Covid on admission so no visiting allowed for 14 days. I missed seeing him in the brief period of lucidity he had in-between bleeds, and had to beg, plead and cry to be allowed to visit after that news. He lingered for another ten days.
So it's just a day, I tell myself. I distract myself by cleaning, ready for a visit from an old dear friend who squired my Mum around in her latter years. I feel like a fizzing time bomb, one of those cartoon bundles of TNT. I shall keep calm and carry on. I'll cry later.
I'm not sharing this to gain sympathy - that makes me itch. I'm explaining why I can understand that people have difficulty dealing with repeated knock backs and trauma and that re-wiring the brain takes time and effort and support none of which is easy to come by in this fast paced "be positive, don't be a burden, move on" world.
My experience is no worse than many others and some will react differently depending on circumstance. I try to pull myself together with varying degrees of success every day. So do many others. So, I will stand in solidarity with anyone struggling. We're all human beings, not robots, no matter how much the world demands we emulate them.