And I totally get this!! People get used to a “me” that is subdued and does not stand up much. Or people get used to some other me. They want me to be a certain way.
But sometimes I want to feel free. I want to have no anxiety. I want to feel free of an anchor hanging on my brain all the time. There are times when I can truly connect to my intellect.
At those times… I can invision and imagine mathematical concepts that lead me thru complex ideas to some kind of understanding. There are times when I can see the way to a proof. It may be a proof of a very small thing. And it is rarely a vigorous proof. But it feels good.
More commonly, I can see how simple analogies fold into rather complex problems. Those analogies can lead to solutions. They are almost certainly things other people have thought of. But I feel some accomplishment by figuring them out for myself. It makes me feel fabulous!!!
Those are good mental accomplishments. And my thoughts usually go beyond the obvious. I think of ways to relate to old topics in currently relevant realities. Does it make my life better? I do not know… but I KNOW it makes me feel better.
BUT… I can only do those things without anxiety. I can only free my mind to wander, and explore, when I am free of anxiety. It is an almost remarkable feeling… but I can not get there even with the lower anxiety I get from my meds. I want to be free to explore my own thoughts.
For some people IQ matters… I have been asked for the last 30 years what my IQ is, and I have not said… well… 150-8. OK? But that is 30+ years old. Does that make any difference? And what is IQ anyway???
When I have NO anxiety, I feel the most wonderful freedom to let my mathematical brain go… I can think about very complex concepts in the comfort that nothing will intrude. Because anxiety is all about intruding.
I can see objects in my mind… and rotate them… and I can imagine 4 dimensional objects. I can not relate them in the same way… but I can see them. I design furniture that I can make without a scrap of notes.
But… I am limited by anxiety. Anxiety destroys my image, and reduces my abilities. I am sure anyone who understands this kind of anxiety gets it. If I want to be a real person, I have to find ways to be without anxiety. Or I am dead.
So on the original question? Some people prefer the subdued, unsure, and hiding me. They do not like the me that is free of anxiety.