Recently I admitted to my therapist the trouble I have doing the most simple things. Like, make my bed; do a small load of laundry, or even things that are supposed to be fun like: make myself a new pair of earrings. Or pull out one of the fad-ish coloring books. It seems like a good idea, but by the time I get to it, I've lost any motivation I ever had. Or even reading which is the thing I most love to do in the world. By the time I choose a book, I don't care anymore and go stare at the wall some more.
I end up feeling rather useless, and lump-ish. My therapist said to keep in touch via text and he would help encourage me and help me think up small, non-overwhelming things, so at the end of the day I can say I accomplished something. Today's idea is to make my bed (which is a little more difficult than you might guess, since I fell out of bed 2 nights ago, dragging my sheets and covers with me. Oops.)
Even with that minor complication, I feel stupid that this kind of thing is a BIG DEAL to me - merely getting sheets and blankets onto my bed? This is a normal thing, people do this. Why not me?
Sometimes I have zero motivation, and I hate that I have to ask my therapist such a stupid question. Why do I need HIM to tell me these small things, such as making my bed? It's obviously a disaster and would be much nicer for me if it was fixed up.... but the goals I give myself never seem good enough.
I end up feeling rather useless, and lump-ish. My therapist said to keep in touch via text and he would help encourage me and help me think up small, non-overwhelming things, so at the end of the day I can say I accomplished something. Today's idea is to make my bed (which is a little more difficult than you might guess, since I fell out of bed 2 nights ago, dragging my sheets and covers with me. Oops.)
Even with that minor complication, I feel stupid that this kind of thing is a BIG DEAL to me - merely getting sheets and blankets onto my bed? This is a normal thing, people do this. Why not me?
Sometimes I have zero motivation, and I hate that I have to ask my therapist such a stupid question. Why do I need HIM to tell me these small things, such as making my bed? It's obviously a disaster and would be much nicer for me if it was fixed up.... but the goals I give myself never seem good enough.