Spent several hours talking to my therapist - it was supposed to be a short talk, but I went into as deeply triggered a place as I've ever been with him and it took a long time to talk me down. Lots of tears and heartfelt sharing on both sides.
I still feel like shit. I feel like there is a deep, deep hole in me that can never be filled. But with some company.
I'm a challenging client, I know that. He doesn't hold it against me because it's not my fault. But it hurts nonetheless. I wish I didn't have this big gaping empty place inside me, or this much suffering that I carry around like an unwelcome guest, or a lifelong history of people messing up normal therapeutic opportunities because innocent things like telling me I'm not alone now and have support send me through the roof because in my experience they mean "I will leave you as soon as I find out you're not as easy as I thought you were." I'm reacting less to that all the time, but God... I could get so mad. I did get mad. I am full of rage at so many people all my life long who have put me down, claimed I was too much, I wasn't trying hard enough, when I was trying with every ounce of strength I had. (My therapist doesn't do this, just to be clear. He was just listening to me talk about it.) I'd like to see them live my life for just one f*cking day and see how they deal.
I'm mad. Darn right I'm mad. I'm mad about having to hide so much of who I am to be socially acceptable. I'm mad that I've been let down so many times that I expect it. I'm mad about all the idiotic assumptions people make when they haven't got a f*cking clue.
My life has not been fair. I know most people reading this haven't had fair lives either. And right now, I am furious at all the people who put us down and make us feel like less. If only they had any clue at all.
I want to die from the pain I am in. I won't. I just feel that much pain. I'm sick and tired of all this. I just want the pain to be over. Enough is enough.