EvenStrongerNow
Diamond Member
I've been doing well the last week or so trying to stay accountable and get myself into CBT, find a job, keep the house, etc.
Today, I feel defeated and defective. I just cried a lot. There are so many things swarming through my mind. Maybe the reason I left my old T (psychotherapy) of 3 years is because she got me to start talking a little bit about my last traumatic experience and maybe I ran from her because I was scared.
I wonder this because one of the CBT Ts that I spoke with on the phone yesterday about setting up an appointment, when I asked her about her treatment approach, she said she does exposure. I think I thought that doing CBT would mean I could get better without having to talk about the trauma. I think that's what I thought subconsciously. So, today, I have only followed up with one voice message regarding getting into CBT.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid to talk about it. I feel so depressed today. People say that it's because I need a break and that it's okay to take a break for today. I don't believe them though. I have always been the strong one. I have always been the one to encourage and give other people pep talks. But when people try to do it for me, I don't believe them. I can intellectualize everything that they are saying, but it doesn't feel real for me. Or maybe that's just how I feel today because of depression. I just don't feel like I deserve to have a break when I haven't done much for the day.
I'm hurting so badly because I fear my husband will get sick and tired of me not having a job. I can't get over the split I feel in identity. I can't stop thinking about how I never used to be this way and the agony, the shame that comes along with that feeling.
It's so hard, the emotions that come up in between T sessions. I think that's one of the reasons I ran from her. Because I can't sustain functioning in between sessions after talking about trauma. I feel like my whole life is a catch 22. And I feel really silly feeling like this when I am going to be a 30 year old woman this year. I feel ridiculous that I can't do more than a few things a day and not even consistently. I feel like my husband is going to get less and less attracted to me because of PTSD.
I feel so alone.
I know that none of those thoughts or feelings are rational, but they are there, and they get to beat me down and I hate it. And nobody can promise me when it will go away.
I know tomorrow I won't feel this way and I will pick back up and fight for myself just like I always do, but I'm just tired. I'm tired of fighting for myself. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again. I won't actually do anything to myself. I'm just in so much pain.
I feel so ashamed of myself.
Today, I feel defeated and defective. I just cried a lot. There are so many things swarming through my mind. Maybe the reason I left my old T (psychotherapy) of 3 years is because she got me to start talking a little bit about my last traumatic experience and maybe I ran from her because I was scared.
I wonder this because one of the CBT Ts that I spoke with on the phone yesterday about setting up an appointment, when I asked her about her treatment approach, she said she does exposure. I think I thought that doing CBT would mean I could get better without having to talk about the trauma. I think that's what I thought subconsciously. So, today, I have only followed up with one voice message regarding getting into CBT.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid to talk about it. I feel so depressed today. People say that it's because I need a break and that it's okay to take a break for today. I don't believe them though. I have always been the strong one. I have always been the one to encourage and give other people pep talks. But when people try to do it for me, I don't believe them. I can intellectualize everything that they are saying, but it doesn't feel real for me. Or maybe that's just how I feel today because of depression. I just don't feel like I deserve to have a break when I haven't done much for the day.
I'm hurting so badly because I fear my husband will get sick and tired of me not having a job. I can't get over the split I feel in identity. I can't stop thinking about how I never used to be this way and the agony, the shame that comes along with that feeling.
It's so hard, the emotions that come up in between T sessions. I think that's one of the reasons I ran from her. Because I can't sustain functioning in between sessions after talking about trauma. I feel like my whole life is a catch 22. And I feel really silly feeling like this when I am going to be a 30 year old woman this year. I feel ridiculous that I can't do more than a few things a day and not even consistently. I feel like my husband is going to get less and less attracted to me because of PTSD.
I feel so alone.
I know that none of those thoughts or feelings are rational, but they are there, and they get to beat me down and I hate it. And nobody can promise me when it will go away.
I know tomorrow I won't feel this way and I will pick back up and fight for myself just like I always do, but I'm just tired. I'm tired of fighting for myself. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again. I won't actually do anything to myself. I'm just in so much pain.
I feel so ashamed of myself.