I wished I hadn't disappeared for a bit and stayed connected. Sadly, I got involved with a therapist who didn't know what she was doing with EMDR. I got thrown off the cliff and didn't even realize it, until I couldn't form a sentence, and had no thoughts of my own. She kept pushing it was my fault for blocking progress.
Instead of questioning her, I was like a hamster on a wheel, I went overtime to break down resistances I had. I went into a quasi- military style of there is NO excuse for you. Only thought was ok, you have to do this for you to get well. All I knew I didn't want to be a problem anywhere in my life and I didn't want to fail at my own recovery.
The last thing that was coherent I remember was her saying I was having a pity party, and somehow I just stopped responding. I felt myself float off. Being in a utopian state is not as exciting as people think. It's scary to be locked behind a wall screaming and then drifting off again. You're confused and know it on one level, but on the other levels you are too exhausted to "care".
The only thing I managed to do after they medicated me was to take care of the dogs. Showers, and everything else was out of sync. The worse was feeling like I failed and the guilt and shame that came with it. It left me in a cycle of questions of me vs them. Not knowing you can trust yourself is humbling to say the least. I pointed the failure at myself. I failed because I wasn't strong. I failed because of this or that.
I haven't gotten all of my cognitive functions back but I am trying very hard. I just know I am trying to keep myself going one day at a time. That's really all I can handle at the moment. I know one thing I never want to go over that cliff again. I never want to lose my voice again. The loss of the ability to communicate anything for me was a death sentence. It left me so vulnerable to others thinking and actions. Never again.
I am on the hunt for another therapist but it will take sometime. I do want to get back to the EMDR but I want other safeguards just in case. So there you have it. Where I been and where I am going.
Instead of questioning her, I was like a hamster on a wheel, I went overtime to break down resistances I had. I went into a quasi- military style of there is NO excuse for you. Only thought was ok, you have to do this for you to get well. All I knew I didn't want to be a problem anywhere in my life and I didn't want to fail at my own recovery.
The last thing that was coherent I remember was her saying I was having a pity party, and somehow I just stopped responding. I felt myself float off. Being in a utopian state is not as exciting as people think. It's scary to be locked behind a wall screaming and then drifting off again. You're confused and know it on one level, but on the other levels you are too exhausted to "care".
The only thing I managed to do after they medicated me was to take care of the dogs. Showers, and everything else was out of sync. The worse was feeling like I failed and the guilt and shame that came with it. It left me in a cycle of questions of me vs them. Not knowing you can trust yourself is humbling to say the least. I pointed the failure at myself. I failed because I wasn't strong. I failed because of this or that.
I haven't gotten all of my cognitive functions back but I am trying very hard. I just know I am trying to keep myself going one day at a time. That's really all I can handle at the moment. I know one thing I never want to go over that cliff again. I never want to lose my voice again. The loss of the ability to communicate anything for me was a death sentence. It left me so vulnerable to others thinking and actions. Never again.
I am on the hunt for another therapist but it will take sometime. I do want to get back to the EMDR but I want other safeguards just in case. So there you have it. Where I been and where I am going.