piratelady
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I have really been struggling with depression lately. As I've become more and more depressed I've noticed that I am isolating myself more, telling everyone I'm fine and smiling all the time - all the while I am just feeling like I can't do anything right and everything I touch is wrong. I just want to sit at home by myself and cry all the time. The last time I felt this bad, I tried to kill myself. Now, I will say, I am not suicidal at the moment. But I see the direction I'm headed and it's scary. That's part of why I was so upset at myself about therapy on Monday.
Anyway, today I did something I NEVER do. I actually talked to my boss about this! I didn't tell her about the PTSD. I don't think she needs to know. She knows I have my therapy each week, but as far as she is concerned, it's just to finish dealing with my divorce. Today, I told her that I've been frustrated with how my therapy went that I have actually been depressed, but haven't been able to tell my therapist. I told her I was really frustrated with myself for wasting 45 minutes and not saying anything.
She was so amazingly supportive and helpful. I guess I didn't expect that. I mean, she's always nice to me, I'm just used to people telling me how inadequate I am and making me feel bad for needing help. She didn't do any of that. We didn't really even talk about why I'm depressed. She just told me some funny stories, made me laugh and we set some goals. Now I have some long-term achievable goals. Something to focus on that has nothing to do with my family, ex, therapy or anything like that. It's something completely separate from everything else. Who would have thought a goal would make me feel so much better!
So I am really pleased that I finally trusted someone enough to tell them I was having a hard time. I'm even more happy with how she handled it. I guess asking for help doesn't always have to mean being put down and hurt. Who would have thought!
Anyway, today I did something I NEVER do. I actually talked to my boss about this! I didn't tell her about the PTSD. I don't think she needs to know. She knows I have my therapy each week, but as far as she is concerned, it's just to finish dealing with my divorce. Today, I told her that I've been frustrated with how my therapy went that I have actually been depressed, but haven't been able to tell my therapist. I told her I was really frustrated with myself for wasting 45 minutes and not saying anything.
She was so amazingly supportive and helpful. I guess I didn't expect that. I mean, she's always nice to me, I'm just used to people telling me how inadequate I am and making me feel bad for needing help. She didn't do any of that. We didn't really even talk about why I'm depressed. She just told me some funny stories, made me laugh and we set some goals. Now I have some long-term achievable goals. Something to focus on that has nothing to do with my family, ex, therapy or anything like that. It's something completely separate from everything else. Who would have thought a goal would make me feel so much better!
So I am really pleased that I finally trusted someone enough to tell them I was having a hard time. I'm even more happy with how she handled it. I guess asking for help doesn't always have to mean being put down and hurt. Who would have thought!