As I've noted before on here I finally got myself to go back into therapy. This morning I had my appointment but seriously felt unusually aggressive. Maybe not aggressive so much as in a mood to lash out at even the slightest thing. Anyway, there I sat talking as normal answering questions and sharing a bit of my mother's murder to the therapist. In retrospect what she said wasn't anything to react to. However, I seriously flew off the handle. She just sat there with a shocked look on her face as I went into a rant of how pointless it was to sit in her office and discuss what really will never change. At that point I was finding therapy pointless, listening to her voice was pointless, everything about the appointment was pointless. She suggested some medications to control the mood swings and for the life of me I wanted to rip her little prescription pad in half. Normally when I'm in such a foul mood I stay buried in my room until it passes. I know I probably should have cancelled the appointment but my boyfriend wouldn't hear of it, which led to an argument all the way there.Needless to say by the end of the session, she asked if I was going to return. I guess I put that much doubt into her mind. I don't honestly remember everything I said but I do remember being just down right vicious with my words.
Does anyone else seriously hit that level? I mean, so much so that it actually feels good to just completely slip into what my daughter has come to call "Wench" mode.
Does anyone else seriously hit that level? I mean, so much so that it actually feels good to just completely slip into what my daughter has come to call "Wench" mode.