I quit therapy yesterday. I dropped off a book I had borrowed and enclosed an I quit therapy note, and just left it on the desk last night. I am not sure I understand what's going on with me right now. I was supposed to have an apt. tomorrow. Now I have totally messed that up. My T is just back from vacation so I haven't seen him for 2 weeks. I have been feeling depressed, passive, lethargic, fearful, and sad since I dropped off that quit note yesterday. This morning I e-mailed him to see if I could still talk with him tomorrow, but he has not gotten back to me. I tried to call him but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I feel really stupid, needy, and like I want to run away.
This is the note I wrote to my T. How can I get up enough nerve to call him and reinstate myself on his schedule? I feel like a child, and I hate feeling that way.
Thank you for letting me borrow the journal books. I am returning the one I forgot to give back to you a few weeks ago.
I have decided to quit therapy which is why I am dropping off the book at the desk. I feel that if I talk with you in session you’ll change my mind, and I don’t want that to happen. ‘Sometimes I have a hard time communicating as an adult when I talk with you. All I know is that for almost two weeks now the boat has been gone. Because of its absence I have been forced to realize how much the boat has meant to me. This realization for me is kind of like a juvenile offender watching that show Scared Straight on live TV that used to air in the past. I always felt and acted so independently, but something happened in this therapy that changed me from a capable, independent, isolated person into a dependent child. I am an adult. It’s hard for me to explain to you how embarrassed and ashamed I feel that I became dependent upon therapy, and upon you. So I have decided to forcefully pull myself out of therapy hoping that will end my little girl feelings, shame, humiliation, fear, and dependency. That is not who I am, or want to be.
I do want to thank you for everything you have done to help me function in a more healthy way. Thank you for normalizing my feelings, for the safety you provided, for your empathy, caring, and flexibility. Thank you for being so real. I appreciate so much how you shared some of your recovery journey with me related to what you have learned, what works, and your relationship with God. I am so glad you didn’t give up on me during the times I was depressed, anxious, terrified, and untrusting, not to mention the acting out along with self destructive behavior. I truly felt you contained my feelings, helped me to give myself a chance, to realize that l could possibly recover. I do realize, and am thankful for the interventions you made when I was self destructive, dissociating, or flooding when your interventions were the bridge between falling apart or dying and trying again one more day. I know that when I met with you the first time I felt dead and wanted to die. Now I want to live. My depression masked my internal torment, chaos, and unbridled agony. Because you were safe, steady, caring, real, and able to help me feel safe and to trust you, part of me was able to let you in to my buried, unknown abyss of hell. Thank you for walking with me at least a part of the way. I do realize that although the walk was painful and gut wrenching for me, filled with flashbacks, flooding, longing, confusion, and so much fear, you also felt the pain and suffering. I know it was not easy. Thank you for being there, the boat, the safe place, the protection of a father that I never experienced before in my life. My little girl will always think of you as her surrogate father. You will always hold a special place in her heart.
Gratefully,
This is the note I wrote to my T. How can I get up enough nerve to call him and reinstate myself on his schedule? I feel like a child, and I hate feeling that way.
Thank you for letting me borrow the journal books. I am returning the one I forgot to give back to you a few weeks ago.
I have decided to quit therapy which is why I am dropping off the book at the desk. I feel that if I talk with you in session you’ll change my mind, and I don’t want that to happen. ‘Sometimes I have a hard time communicating as an adult when I talk with you. All I know is that for almost two weeks now the boat has been gone. Because of its absence I have been forced to realize how much the boat has meant to me. This realization for me is kind of like a juvenile offender watching that show Scared Straight on live TV that used to air in the past. I always felt and acted so independently, but something happened in this therapy that changed me from a capable, independent, isolated person into a dependent child. I am an adult. It’s hard for me to explain to you how embarrassed and ashamed I feel that I became dependent upon therapy, and upon you. So I have decided to forcefully pull myself out of therapy hoping that will end my little girl feelings, shame, humiliation, fear, and dependency. That is not who I am, or want to be.
I do want to thank you for everything you have done to help me function in a more healthy way. Thank you for normalizing my feelings, for the safety you provided, for your empathy, caring, and flexibility. Thank you for being so real. I appreciate so much how you shared some of your recovery journey with me related to what you have learned, what works, and your relationship with God. I am so glad you didn’t give up on me during the times I was depressed, anxious, terrified, and untrusting, not to mention the acting out along with self destructive behavior. I truly felt you contained my feelings, helped me to give myself a chance, to realize that l could possibly recover. I do realize, and am thankful for the interventions you made when I was self destructive, dissociating, or flooding when your interventions were the bridge between falling apart or dying and trying again one more day. I know that when I met with you the first time I felt dead and wanted to die. Now I want to live. My depression masked my internal torment, chaos, and unbridled agony. Because you were safe, steady, caring, real, and able to help me feel safe and to trust you, part of me was able to let you in to my buried, unknown abyss of hell. Thank you for walking with me at least a part of the way. I do realize that although the walk was painful and gut wrenching for me, filled with flashbacks, flooding, longing, confusion, and so much fear, you also felt the pain and suffering. I know it was not easy. Thank you for being there, the boat, the safe place, the protection of a father that I never experienced before in my life. My little girl will always think of you as her surrogate father. You will always hold a special place in her heart.
Gratefully,