I'm in a helping profession. I have a lot of empathy, and what I think is a big heart. I'm a huge softy and I just recently got in to this profession. Some days I have such pride about what I do but other days, like today, I'm so ashamed. I'm 100% supposed to be better than who I am.
This is the first time that I'm really admitting to some things and my anxiety is just skyrocketing... I'm pretty fricken sure I'm a kleptomaniac. Stealing little things here and there, fine, whatever, big corporations suck but- it's been going on so long and has gotten so bad (I probably average 40-100$ worth of merchandise that I steal from shops in one go) that I think it's turned in to some unethical behaviour. Which I HATE. I don't do anything to harm others; like I said I"m in a helping profession. And I try my best to help people and support them and I've never done anything that is to the detriment of a client. I do it to myself.
For example, I was supposed to go to a training last month that my company was paying for. I ended up sleeping in and missed it. I thought I could just lie about it and say I went without it ever resurfacing. But my boss told my yesterday that the invoice states I no show-ed. Instead of coming clean, I lied and said I went. I've been through something like this before, lying and fudging things so that I could get by. It ALWAYS blows up in my face. I should know better. I should BE better.
I haven't figured out how to rectify this and my brain can't seem to say "just tell the truth, come clean." It's like I still feel like I can find a way around it somehow. Anyway, I remember when I first would steal things when I was much younger. Random trinkets here and there, but I steal from places I work at, I have stolen things from my inlaws (a pair of scissors.... wtf, right?). Like where does it end? When I get a huge hefty fine? Jail time for fraud or theft? When my career is taken away from me?
I'm so embarrassed, nobody knows. I want to stop. I wish I'd never done any of this.
So I've fallen in to a depressive episode. I could hardly get out of bed to go to work. I just want to break everything down and quit my job, go to some in patient treatment, lose my house, lose my entire life and everything I've worked for... I don't feel deserving of what I have.