I have had an absolutely awful week. Last Saturday we went to a colleague of my partner for food and drinks. I had an interview on Monday for a job that will be life changing financially if I get it, and was resolved to spending all of Sunday prepping for it. Unfortunately, I drank far too much and I was completely lost for time, where I was, what I needed to do the next day etc. I've never known a loss of mind like it, I was completely zoned out from everyone else in terms of behaviour and feeling. Even cut my hand catching a knife that I span up in the air to catch and was trying to play the piano... Then I was offered a few lines and next thing I know, I've done that, transferred money and bought some more, gone through that and its 3.30am. Sunday was a complete write-off with a hangover, so I had 2-3 hours Monday morning to prepare for the interview, but I was still so spaced out. I knew all of my answers, but come the interview just gave the bones of the answers and didn't flesh anything out as much as I should. I was nervous as hell, but I think I actually came across over-confident and almost aloof at times.
I've spent the entire week since in a state of high anxiety (which is bad enough as it is due to work). Beating myself up over it, it's kicked off all of my childhood trauma massively, and I have been in a cycle of rumination and looking for excuses to self-sabotage - die, run away, break up with my partner as I feel like I let her and her daughter down. Something is stopping me, but it is by the finest of margins. I know they love me and I don't want to hurt them. I don't know why, but they do and they are the first people I have never tried to push away. I have issues with repetition compulsion (repeating past traumatic events) so I think of stupid ideas like finding abusive women instead to partner up with. But nowadays they are strong ideas, rather than something I would act on. Typically, my therapist was on holiday this week so there was no debrief opportunity. I have become calmer over the weekend, though I feel wracked with guilt now because I left my little dog in the yard accidentally for a couple of hours when I was out and he spent the whole time clambering to get in. He is a bag of nerves on medication for anxiety. He is only just back to himself after a day.