I keep trying to figure out reasons to keep going and I am coming up empty.
I hear this part of me in excruciating mental agontly, saying to me "Please stop.
Don't drag me through yet another exercise in trying to believe it's ever going to get better. Why are you doing this to me? I am pleading with you to stop making me continue. It is just another delay. Meanwhile this painful existence just keeps getting worse. Just let me go."
I have ONLY my psychologist as my safe place, with earned trust. In this place I am in, she has ramped up visits (3 a week for a month). But she can only go so far. I believe without a doubt I am unloved and alone and a mistake. She can care as hard as she can, but she is still not family or friend: it is a contracted relationship. And my spouse (who has told me she wishes I would just get it over with and end myself) said she talked with her counselor and they said they think my relationship with my psychologist is unhealthy. But I would likely not be alive if I didn't have my psychologist- since I trust no one else. But that judgement makes me question myself and I feel more alone.
I am so tired. I am trying to come up with a reason to see my psychologist for our appointment tomorrow, but my heart keeps saying, begging and pleading, "Please just let me go!"
I hear this part of me in excruciating mental agontly, saying to me "Please stop.
I have ONLY my psychologist as my safe place, with earned trust. In this place I am in, she has ramped up visits (3 a week for a month). But she can only go so far. I believe without a doubt I am unloved and alone and a mistake. She can care as hard as she can, but she is still not family or friend: it is a contracted relationship. And my spouse (who has told me she wishes I would just get it over with and end myself) said she talked with her counselor and they said they think my relationship with my psychologist is unhealthy. But I would likely not be alive if I didn't have my psychologist- since I trust no one else. But that judgement makes me question myself and I feel more alone.
I am so tired. I am trying to come up with a reason to see my psychologist for our appointment tomorrow, but my heart keeps saying, begging and pleading, "Please just let me go!"