I started seeing a therapist a few months ago for the first time because of some other personal issues. I have a very hard time trusting anyone so it was a very big deal to me to decide to try therapy. Over time, some stuff started coming up that I now know is C-PTSD, and eventually I told a long-ago story about a sexual assault I had never told anyone about, causing PTSD of its very own. That's when the flashbacks and nightmares started like a volcano.
She said she was "in it" with me because I was very worried about being rejected, as has happened all my life, and she was for a few weeks. I really liked and trusted her. Last week, out of the blue, she blindsided me with an "I can't treat you anymore" because the symptoms have gotten too intense. It was harsh, abrupt, and devastating. Now not only have my old childhood wounds been opened up, but I'm at my lowest emotional point ever. She didn't give me any referrals, although I will never trust anyone with such sensitive and vulnerable things again anyway. I have been telling myself if I can just get the depression under control, I can maybe live with the old issues and the new, more vicious ones. I went to my PCP in desperation and she is changing over my anti-depressants, which entails reducing the current one before initiating a new one. So on top of all the other misery, my medication is decreasing.
I am a total wreck and have never felt this bad in my life. This rejection is much more painful emotionally than the assault. The ONLY reason I'm not dead is that I'm afraid of failing at suicide and ending up too disabled to give it another try.
Sometimes I feel like I am going to turn inside-out from the pain. I can't find relief anywhere.
She said she was "in it" with me because I was very worried about being rejected, as has happened all my life, and she was for a few weeks. I really liked and trusted her. Last week, out of the blue, she blindsided me with an "I can't treat you anymore" because the symptoms have gotten too intense. It was harsh, abrupt, and devastating. Now not only have my old childhood wounds been opened up, but I'm at my lowest emotional point ever. She didn't give me any referrals, although I will never trust anyone with such sensitive and vulnerable things again anyway. I have been telling myself if I can just get the depression under control, I can maybe live with the old issues and the new, more vicious ones. I went to my PCP in desperation and she is changing over my anti-depressants, which entails reducing the current one before initiating a new one. So on top of all the other misery, my medication is decreasing.
I am a total wreck and have never felt this bad in my life. This rejection is much more painful emotionally than the assault. The ONLY reason I'm not dead is that I'm afraid of failing at suicide and ending up too disabled to give it another try.
Sometimes I feel like I am going to turn inside-out from the pain. I can't find relief anywhere.