theshadowoftheliving
Diamond Member
I think that therapy is one of the most humiliating things I've ever done and that humiliation and shame is making me want to quit.
My line of work is based on my ability to think/process/create information about my field of study. My self-worth (what there is of it, anyways) is based on this ability to think and think well and be at the head of my field. I've worked through two college degrees to get here. I've won awards for my work. I always felt like, if nothing else, I at least had my intelligence. My traumas have stripped me of everything else, but I always thought that my thinking was intact.
Therapy (and the PTSD diagnosis) is all structured around how my thinking is problematic, avoidant, and flawed. I get that this is all part of the PTSD problem and what is keeping me stuck, but acknowledging that I'm not thinking well is cutting to the core of the only thing I thought I had to live for/persist for. I mean &&^^&(#T@(*)( I went into therapy in the first place with the goal of getting healthier to pursue yet another advanced degree. But if I can't think, then what is the point of all of this?
I'm freaking out. I want to quit. Acknowledging the PTSD is cutting down the only thing I thought I had to live for, and without that piece of myself intact, I feel like I'm just taking up space in the world.
My line of work is based on my ability to think/process/create information about my field of study. My self-worth (what there is of it, anyways) is based on this ability to think and think well and be at the head of my field. I've worked through two college degrees to get here. I've won awards for my work. I always felt like, if nothing else, I at least had my intelligence. My traumas have stripped me of everything else, but I always thought that my thinking was intact.
Therapy (and the PTSD diagnosis) is all structured around how my thinking is problematic, avoidant, and flawed. I get that this is all part of the PTSD problem and what is keeping me stuck, but acknowledging that I'm not thinking well is cutting to the core of the only thing I thought I had to live for/persist for. I mean &&^^&(#T@(*)( I went into therapy in the first place with the goal of getting healthier to pursue yet another advanced degree. But if I can't think, then what is the point of all of this?
I'm freaking out. I want to quit. Acknowledging the PTSD is cutting down the only thing I thought I had to live for, and without that piece of myself intact, I feel like I'm just taking up space in the world.