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Imagining my therapist sitting with me, imagining what he would say, is the only way I am able to get through many times.Right now, I am imagining that she would say to tell myself something very accepting of the symptoms and the goal of the symptom but set a "gentle but firm boundary" with myself. I'm a good self advocate, but not a very good ally with myself. She keeps telling me she understand why I go to war against myself, "but now is time to be gentle." I can hear her say that in my head and it makes me cry but not in a bad way. Almost like small relief.
:) yes, for those of us who go all intellectual and logical in moments of crisis (and much of the other time too), it's hard to trust that the simple things our therapists tell us are actually true and that they're not full of crap. I'm like a pendulum on speed in terms of this...yes, he's right, no this is all ridiculous...back and forth. Wanting to trust and let go, then running away into logical analysis; wanting to reach out for help, then terrified of doing it.S Honestly, when she says this, I kind of feel like she is right and kind of like she is full of crap - and I have wondered so many times, how could this even help me feel better? I have even asked her, what's the point of thinking that? She's um... very patient... with me.
@Nebulustrix - I'm sorry you are dealing with intense anxiety too. It is exhausting. I have felt so weird in the past that my suicidal thinking is no so much out of place of depression making things overwhelmingly bleak, but out of anxiety that is pushing me to my limits. It's awful, and I'm sorry you struggle with it too, and I hope you keep reaching out for what you need too.I know I probably needed this post just as much as you - reading yours struck a cord with me, as my anxiety level has been building and building over the last few weeks to a point I am now emotionally scattered. One moment I am fine, the next I'm in tears.
Thank you so much for this reminder. I get really frustrated and hard on myself too. Maybe we can keep learning to be a little more patient with ourselves together. I hope you enjoy the pizza and that you are beginning to feel recuperated from the long work week. That stress really does add up over time.There are some things we just can't control, even within ourselves and our emotions, and that's okay. I felt angry with myself when my anxiety started to feel unmanageable, but it is nothing to be angry about. Everyone has to deal with stress all the time, and sometimes it is just too much, and we need help.
@Medic72 - I can tell the strength it took to get through this - I can so relate to this place, where it takes all I have to get through it, to try to let it pass. I think there is so much strength in how you let yourself cry, rock, and worked to focus your mind. Thank you for your words - it helped me remember that others are in this battle with PTSD too and it helped me not feel so bad asking for help. I liked your idea about going and at least staying near the ER.I had to will myself to live with every ounce of my being and to be honest, will myself to stay put in that bed. I practiced deep breathing. I allowed myself to cry. I rocked back and forth to comfort myself and I did my best to shut out my wandering thoughts.
@Hashi - yes, I do have to talk to the landlady before my next appointment with my therapist and I used being sick to postpone it already.... but I think you are right that I need to call my therapist about it. Especially if this is getting to me this much. It is my goal to call her as soon as I can get myself too, at the very lastest, by Monday morning, to leave her a message and ask if she has openings or time for a phone call about my landlady.Do you have to talk to your landlady before you see your therapist again? Can you postpone talking to her, text to say you have a stomach bug or something?
This really helps to know - I thought I was so alone in suicidal thinking "helping" me feel calmer.I think quite a few people do, I remember there being a thread about it here on the forum. If you tell people about the suicidal ideation in these terms, I don't think there's a danger of them over-reacting. I'm also not sure you even need to tell your therapist, unless you want to tell her.
This does help! I'm not sure why, but it really does help - thank you for the advice!Keep working on the breathing, and try to keep sipping water. I know that might sound like a very minor thing but I find it makes a big difference. Not just staying hydrated, but the sipping itself seems to regulate the anxiety a little, and is grounding.
@Rumors - this sounds so lovely. I think this is what I will be doing with my day tomorrow. Thank you for the good idea.Sometimes I go to a library or a book store bc I don't want to be alone, but I also don't want anyone to talk to me. Those are places that are usually quiet and people are working on their own and aren't looking for conversation.
@Hope4Now - I'm sorry you lost your cousin, and thank you so much for sharing that story. It really struck me.I went to a funeral for a cousin today. He died at 87, and one of his children about how his father had battled crippling depression for most of his life (in spite of being a highly successful physician). The son shared a story that really moved me. He said that he had fallen into a very deep depression when he was in college, and when he spoke to his father about it, his father had only six words to say to him: "It's hard, isn't it? I understand." He said these words helped him beyond anything because he suddenly felt another person was suffering with him. He didn't feel so alone in his pain anymore. It didn't solve his depression, but it gave him the strength and gentle compassion that helped him move toward healing.
Those 6 words really impacted me. I can't really even find words to explain it. Thank you so much.As you are trying to be gentle and kind and understanding with yourself in this horrible time you're having, maybe you can imagine all of us in ptsd-land holding open arms to you and saying compassionately and empathetically, "It is hard, isn't it? We understand."