Marymickaela
Silver Member
GWhizz,
I am truly shocked by your story and how dismissive your therapist was. If she had even showed caring and said to you to call if you feel as desperate as you described it would have helped, but she sounds truly callous and you are down playing it, trying to truly minimize how desperate you were feeling. As hard as it is to start over, and only you can make that decision and I don't know all your circumstances as it sounds like your choices are limited. I can only suggest you really dig deep into your inner soul and be truly honest that as hard as it may be to start over, you can find the strength and courage to do so. I truly know how hard it is. And I too when at my lowest was called attention seeking, which hurt me to the core. I was screaming for help, but was ignored. When we are in the depths of a severe depression, of course it's the depression speaking. We feel hopeless, our entire world is black, there is no happiness. Light, joy, laughter.
I can tell you thou, it will get better. I finally realized I had to find a reason to live, even thou every ounce of me wanted to die. I think it was shortly after my H met me in the psych ward with a therapist he said and my daughters were afraid they were going to come home and find me dead and weren't going to put up with me anymore. I was putting them thru so much pain. Came home and laid on that couch for almost a year or more sobbing to my H that as much as I wanted to die I would never do anything so as to reassure him, but still to express how black my world was.
I honestly don't know how I came out of it, expect a year later my psychiatrist put me in a wonderful partial hospitalization program that really talk me coping skills. I slowly started to recover. That was 11 to 12 year ago and yes, I'm still in therapy and have switched therapists probably 4 times as I outgrew the 1st one. 2nd wasn't a good fit, 3rd stayed with for 2 years, but I wanted to try EMDR to deal with the PTSD and have been with her for over 18 months. I saw her today and said I feel I'm really starting to recover so I guess mine is a lifelong battle, but my H said last night he has really noticed a big improvement in my mood, anger, I'm happier.
Will I ever be normal? Don't even know what normal is, but I am starting to like myself and just turned 66. I suspect you are much younger so please be your own cheerleader. You deserve to be well, happy, love yourself and be loved. Listen to what your gut is telling you to do and go for it.
We are here for you.
I am truly shocked by your story and how dismissive your therapist was. If she had even showed caring and said to you to call if you feel as desperate as you described it would have helped, but she sounds truly callous and you are down playing it, trying to truly minimize how desperate you were feeling. As hard as it is to start over, and only you can make that decision and I don't know all your circumstances as it sounds like your choices are limited. I can only suggest you really dig deep into your inner soul and be truly honest that as hard as it may be to start over, you can find the strength and courage to do so. I truly know how hard it is. And I too when at my lowest was called attention seeking, which hurt me to the core. I was screaming for help, but was ignored. When we are in the depths of a severe depression, of course it's the depression speaking. We feel hopeless, our entire world is black, there is no happiness. Light, joy, laughter.
I can tell you thou, it will get better. I finally realized I had to find a reason to live, even thou every ounce of me wanted to die. I think it was shortly after my H met me in the psych ward with a therapist he said and my daughters were afraid they were going to come home and find me dead and weren't going to put up with me anymore. I was putting them thru so much pain. Came home and laid on that couch for almost a year or more sobbing to my H that as much as I wanted to die I would never do anything so as to reassure him, but still to express how black my world was.
I honestly don't know how I came out of it, expect a year later my psychiatrist put me in a wonderful partial hospitalization program that really talk me coping skills. I slowly started to recover. That was 11 to 12 year ago and yes, I'm still in therapy and have switched therapists probably 4 times as I outgrew the 1st one. 2nd wasn't a good fit, 3rd stayed with for 2 years, but I wanted to try EMDR to deal with the PTSD and have been with her for over 18 months. I saw her today and said I feel I'm really starting to recover so I guess mine is a lifelong battle, but my H said last night he has really noticed a big improvement in my mood, anger, I'm happier.
Will I ever be normal? Don't even know what normal is, but I am starting to like myself and just turned 66. I suspect you are much younger so please be your own cheerleader. You deserve to be well, happy, love yourself and be loved. Listen to what your gut is telling you to do and go for it.
We are here for you.