Thank you again. I'm typing this through a lot of tears so please forgive me for not being more coherent. Your words mean so much. I can't explain. It's like I read here and I think maybe I'm not alone. Maybe I can pull through, maybe there is another way through...
I told my therapist how bad things are. Yes, again. I told her again. Flat out. Something in me shifted. I told her I don't want to fix it anymore. I am done. I am a compulsive fixer at times (in case that is not already painfully obvious) ... but this was different. I told her I wanted to die. I did. I still do. (but I won't take my own life.) I am in a place where I want to lie down and just stop breathing. She asked to call me. "Maybe it would help." I texted "no. I am done. I am too much and there is nothing you can do." Then I freaked. I then realized she could something like she was going to call the police... so I started to leave so I could not be found. Yep. I actually started to do that. I stopped.
She asked to call me again, said she wanted to. Something in me shifted even more. I told her I could listen, but not talk. She called and the only thing I said for the first 10 minutes was "please don't try to fix me right now." She never does try to "fix" me... But I said it anyhow. For a long time, I just cried. She just listened. She didn't talk except to say "I'm here." and "I'm not going to fix. Just like you asked." She said she wanted to be with me while I felt the worst of so much grief.
I cried. She stayed on the phone for a long time. I'm still crying. Apparently, my therapist expected this would happen. She thought I would have to feel more safe before I would let myself feel whatever this is...
In the end, she is going to call people tonight/tomorrow and raise a stink. For now, I don't really want to cry, but for the first time in my life, I don't want to hold back the tears. I want to sit here and not fix the tears.
My therapist says this is good. She might be the worst therapist ever. Or the best.