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I'm struggling to figure out where the space is between self-pitying and total avoidance. How do you know when you're making genuine progress on healing versus running away from the issues? Where is the line between doing the work and getting too deep into your past? How do you know how to put in the work without letting your trauma overtake you?
My therapist absolutely kicked my ass last night. She touched me somewhere that I didn't know existed. I've never had such a violent internal reaction to a mental health professional. And it's good; that's why I chose her to be my T. But she also told me that I seem to frame myself as fundamentally "wrong," and she told me that I am stuck in a storyline, which, when I asked what that story was, she said, "That you are f*cked up."
Well... this message comes on the heels of someone else saying essentially the same thing. That I've allowed myself to become stagnant in the belief that I am fundamentally broken, essentially.
I've made a lot of life changes in an attempt to become a healthier self, but I know that my first impulse when I feel I've gotten too far into the trenches of my trauma is to completely shut it all out and avoid thinking about it at all. I go off with the idea that I'm meaningfully moving on, healing, not looking back, etc., and then... a few months later or so, I tend to break down and end right back where I was before supposedly committing myself to healing instead of wallowing.
I want to work. I don't want to wallow. I don't want to avoid, either, though. Where is the sweet spot? How do you know when you've arrived at the sweet spot? I want to "break out" of my "narrative," as my T said, but I also don't want to run the risk of shutting it all down, ignoring the shit out of my need to engage with all of these emotions etc., and then have a meltdown later. The stakes just keep getting higher as I move through my life. I simply cannot afford this pattern of "Work. Wallow. Move on. AVOID. Meltdown."
As a postscript... I still haven't talked through my trauma. Ever. Closest I came was reading for 3.5 minutes from my memoir about trauma/incest for my thesis in college. I have never talked about it. Maybe this is in the way of the progress I need in order to move on? I don't f*cking know.
My therapist absolutely kicked my ass last night. She touched me somewhere that I didn't know existed. I've never had such a violent internal reaction to a mental health professional. And it's good; that's why I chose her to be my T. But she also told me that I seem to frame myself as fundamentally "wrong," and she told me that I am stuck in a storyline, which, when I asked what that story was, she said, "That you are f*cked up."
Well... this message comes on the heels of someone else saying essentially the same thing. That I've allowed myself to become stagnant in the belief that I am fundamentally broken, essentially.
I've made a lot of life changes in an attempt to become a healthier self, but I know that my first impulse when I feel I've gotten too far into the trenches of my trauma is to completely shut it all out and avoid thinking about it at all. I go off with the idea that I'm meaningfully moving on, healing, not looking back, etc., and then... a few months later or so, I tend to break down and end right back where I was before supposedly committing myself to healing instead of wallowing.
I want to work. I don't want to wallow. I don't want to avoid, either, though. Where is the sweet spot? How do you know when you've arrived at the sweet spot? I want to "break out" of my "narrative," as my T said, but I also don't want to run the risk of shutting it all down, ignoring the shit out of my need to engage with all of these emotions etc., and then have a meltdown later. The stakes just keep getting higher as I move through my life. I simply cannot afford this pattern of "Work. Wallow. Move on. AVOID. Meltdown."
As a postscript... I still haven't talked through my trauma. Ever. Closest I came was reading for 3.5 minutes from my memoir about trauma/incest for my thesis in college. I have never talked about it. Maybe this is in the way of the progress I need in order to move on? I don't f*cking know.