frogthroat
Diamond Member
Hello All:
First off, I would like to say that I'm at the point in therapy where I start to actually work through emotions instead of just putting them away for later. Besides being terrified of this I'm also terrified of general worries and my responsibilities because I don't quite trust myself. I know the stress cup explanation is part of this mounting anxiety.
I know I'm still incredibly immature when it comes to handling stress. I know I need a routine and I need to get out of my apartment. I'm just not quite there yet. I'm afraid I'm going to lose control of what I have going for me.
I've been drinking much more. I don't think I know how to be sober with this. I know that soon I have to face the terror and feelings of humiliation that are stuck in my body.
I don't want to be a victim anymore but I don't know what I am without trauma. It's hard to admit this but I'm not doing myself any favors by denying it. Basically, I'm terrified of people and my own desires. Has anyone dealt with this? How did you push through feeling hollow? I'm definitely using alcohol as a crutch. Is this a normal part of grieving?
First off, I would like to say that I'm at the point in therapy where I start to actually work through emotions instead of just putting them away for later. Besides being terrified of this I'm also terrified of general worries and my responsibilities because I don't quite trust myself. I know the stress cup explanation is part of this mounting anxiety.
I know I'm still incredibly immature when it comes to handling stress. I know I need a routine and I need to get out of my apartment. I'm just not quite there yet. I'm afraid I'm going to lose control of what I have going for me.
I've been drinking much more. I don't think I know how to be sober with this. I know that soon I have to face the terror and feelings of humiliation that are stuck in my body.
I don't want to be a victim anymore but I don't know what I am without trauma. It's hard to admit this but I'm not doing myself any favors by denying it. Basically, I'm terrified of people and my own desires. Has anyone dealt with this? How did you push through feeling hollow? I'm definitely using alcohol as a crutch. Is this a normal part of grieving?