Does that sound f*cking cliché or what? But I mean it, seriously...and humbled I can barely stand it. I feel like there is a recently-developed undertone of wanting to care for myself, but unfortunately I had to give up one of my roles which defined me, and for better or for worse...I needed my roles. I don't know where I fit. I never learned how to feel life as meaningful or secure (or any of that good stuff) through connections to others.
Honestly, sometimes I can't even tell if my therapeutic goals are to work more on connections to others or to just accept my little bubble world with more peace and grace. I f*cking do not know....
I don't want to get into details of roles, losses, identity, or whatnot (though feel free to share if it fits), but mainly...I am really torn in this sort of warp zone of wanting to live but finding myself sometimes destroying myself in bits, because I do not know how to live. Or I cannot tolerate it. I realize my therapist has limits too, and completely respect her, but am totally humiliated to consider the amount of support I feel like I need right now.
Honestly, sometimes I can't even tell if my therapeutic goals are to work more on connections to others or to just accept my little bubble world with more peace and grace. I f*cking do not know....
I don't want to get into details of roles, losses, identity, or whatnot (though feel free to share if it fits), but mainly...I am really torn in this sort of warp zone of wanting to live but finding myself sometimes destroying myself in bits, because I do not know how to live. Or I cannot tolerate it. I realize my therapist has limits too, and completely respect her, but am totally humiliated to consider the amount of support I feel like I need right now.