JustForToday
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So I took a summer vacation from therapy. For three glorious months I was functioning better, more social than I've been in years, getting back into healthy coping mechanisms like yoga and meditation, and, for the first time in probably a decade, thinking I might have a future where I could be happy, healthy, productive and not ruled by anxiety, hypervigilance and depression. Well I started back up with my therapist and it's even worse than before I left (I took the break in hopes I'd be able to cope better after some "me time"). I know therapy is supposed to be painful. I know that means it's working. But how much pain is too much? These last few weeks I've been completely immobilized. I haven't left the house in a week (since my last appointment) and I cancelled my other support services because I'm too anxious and depressed to keep my appointments. I've been having multiple panic attacks a day, and each one seems more intense and definitely lasts longer. My night terrors are back, and as a result I've pretty much stopped sleeping. Basically, I've been a sobbing, vomiting, panicking, sleepless, immobilized mess for weeks now. My therapist seems to think this is a good thing (at least she doesn't seem upset that I'm so miserable), but my family and my other mental health support workers think this is way too much pain and stress for me, especially because I have a long history of serious suicide attempts and self harm. I'm not suicidal and I haven't self harmed in over a year now, but everyone except my therapist seems concerned that being in this much emotional pain might trigger me to start self harming again. I'm miserable, like really, REALLY, miserable, and I feel like my therapist is terrorizing, dehumanizing, traumatizing and attacking me (she's not though - she's totally ethical, and I know that cognitively, I just have a long history of trauma related to mental health professionals). Is this a normal and healthy experience of pain in therapy? I feel like my mind is fracturing into a million pieces and everything good and stabilizing is dissolving underneath me. Is this how everyone feels when they make progress in therapy?