At the moment, I'm more lonely than I've felt in a long time and the situation confuses me. So much that at times, suicidal ideations give me the happiness and satisfaction that asking for help doesn't give me.
After having so many bad therapists, I finally have a good one. The issue with this is, I have DID along with PTSD. I can never be fully honest in therapy. I've written things down, I've even showed this therapist some of the things on here -- my own threads. Still, I can't. These consistent changes sometimes make me want to just "check out" and sometimes, check into an ER. But I don't.
If I can't be honest in therapy and can't get the help I need, what's the point? It's like I have so many things I want to talk about. Once I get into session, it's all gone. I smile. Laugh. Dissociate. I'm convincing about being fine.
It could be 1:00 PM and I love therapy and plan what I want to say. At 1:04 PM, I loathe therapy, have severe distrust and consistently find ways to hide. Part of it could be the DID, but the other part makes me feel truly alone as I am outside of this online thing which is different. That's the thing. As much as I need and want help it seems hopeless for me and I'm thinking about giving up honestly. I can't keep doing all of this; go, hide, want help, need it, consistent mood changes, etc.
It's tough when you don't know who you are sometimes. It sucks even more that the thing that's right there in front of me is something I have never once been able to reach.
What do I do? Printing it... Emailing it? Won't work. I've tried. I end up hiding and bring convincing regardless. Maybe I am beyond help. The nobody. The useless one. The one who actually deserved everything he got. Because, in my 23 years of living, never once have I truly been able to be honest. Vulnerable. Truthful. I an irrelevant and I guess I always knew that. Its why it hurts not to pretend I'm so happy. Because then, I'd look and see examples on how I try. But it doesn't work. Never has.
After having so many bad therapists, I finally have a good one. The issue with this is, I have DID along with PTSD. I can never be fully honest in therapy. I've written things down, I've even showed this therapist some of the things on here -- my own threads. Still, I can't. These consistent changes sometimes make me want to just "check out" and sometimes, check into an ER. But I don't.
If I can't be honest in therapy and can't get the help I need, what's the point? It's like I have so many things I want to talk about. Once I get into session, it's all gone. I smile. Laugh. Dissociate. I'm convincing about being fine.
It could be 1:00 PM and I love therapy and plan what I want to say. At 1:04 PM, I loathe therapy, have severe distrust and consistently find ways to hide. Part of it could be the DID, but the other part makes me feel truly alone as I am outside of this online thing which is different. That's the thing. As much as I need and want help it seems hopeless for me and I'm thinking about giving up honestly. I can't keep doing all of this; go, hide, want help, need it, consistent mood changes, etc.
It's tough when you don't know who you are sometimes. It sucks even more that the thing that's right there in front of me is something I have never once been able to reach.
What do I do? Printing it... Emailing it? Won't work. I've tried. I end up hiding and bring convincing regardless. Maybe I am beyond help. The nobody. The useless one. The one who actually deserved everything he got. Because, in my 23 years of living, never once have I truly been able to be honest. Vulnerable. Truthful. I an irrelevant and I guess I always knew that. Its why it hurts not to pretend I'm so happy. Because then, I'd look and see examples on how I try. But it doesn't work. Never has.