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I just need a place to put these thoughts.
My primary trauma happened over a Friday-Sunday. Now that I am addressing it, I find the weekends have gotten very hard to navigate, emotionally. Friday I was in a very bad place, and called my therapist (as he always encourages me to do, but I almost never take him up on); however, there was no callback. A few hours later I was still unable to get myself grounded, so I tried again. No callback.
I knew there must be something wrong with his notification system - but that didn't take away the fact that the only support system I had was now broken. I am alone in the world, and that in and of itself increases my SI every day. Tomorrow is my birthday, which is a day I dread because of the aloneness. The anniversary of my trauma is coming up very soon. And the one person I have - not even for comfort, only for therapeutic support - that one person might not be there when I need them.
Of course, I know that is true; and life sometimes happens, it was nothing more than a run-down battery that kept him from getting the message.
And yet, in my emotional reasoning, I feel that I have proof now: I am completely alone in the real world. I don't want to live this life anymore, but there seems to be no way to change it. I've been managing chronic suicidality since I was quite young. I'm no longer young. I am old and tired and alone and suffering.
I'm completely safe; I still believe in my therapist enough to respect our contract for safety. I worry, though, that I might stop believing in him and his support.
Thanks for reading. Advice, stories, thoughts all welcome.
My primary trauma happened over a Friday-Sunday. Now that I am addressing it, I find the weekends have gotten very hard to navigate, emotionally. Friday I was in a very bad place, and called my therapist (as he always encourages me to do, but I almost never take him up on); however, there was no callback. A few hours later I was still unable to get myself grounded, so I tried again. No callback.
I knew there must be something wrong with his notification system - but that didn't take away the fact that the only support system I had was now broken. I am alone in the world, and that in and of itself increases my SI every day. Tomorrow is my birthday, which is a day I dread because of the aloneness. The anniversary of my trauma is coming up very soon. And the one person I have - not even for comfort, only for therapeutic support - that one person might not be there when I need them.
Of course, I know that is true; and life sometimes happens, it was nothing more than a run-down battery that kept him from getting the message.
And yet, in my emotional reasoning, I feel that I have proof now: I am completely alone in the real world. I don't want to live this life anymore, but there seems to be no way to change it. I've been managing chronic suicidality since I was quite young. I'm no longer young. I am old and tired and alone and suffering.
I'm completely safe; I still believe in my therapist enough to respect our contract for safety. I worry, though, that I might stop believing in him and his support.
Thanks for reading. Advice, stories, thoughts all welcome.