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So I had a pretty good day. Well, compared to the last few weeks or maybe even months. I had trouble motivating myself to start studying, so I spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon reading fiction and watching a tv show (which I regret now). But when I had to go to therapy, I took my bike. I got lost on the way, but I made it there and that's what matters most - that I didn't give up.
Though I was 20 minutes late, therapy was pretty good. I did feel stupid and crazy and above all humiliated, because I admitted to her how afraid I had been the past few weeks that maybe I had HIV and how that fear took my life over completely. Thank God the tests came back negative, but boy was I afraid. I told my T that the fear of having such an illness probably affects me this much because not only does it hurt me, but it is potentially dangerous to those around me. And if I'm afraid of anything, it's seriously hurting or even losing someone I love, and the whole thing being my fault.
I agree with my T that my belief that I am not a good and worthy person is so strong that it affects everything in my life and that it needs to be treated. But she wanted to quit our sessions in trauma reprocessing and send me to a group where I could talk about my negative self-image and my social anxiety. That isn't what I want. Yes, I want those feelings to end, but not as badly as I want to get rid of my PTSD. When I was in high school and battling anorexia/bulimia, I had trouble keeping my grades up, but I still managed to stay in a very good school, have fun, play field hockey and get up at 7 a.m. every morning.
Now that I have PTSD combined with major depression, I have trouble passing my courses at uni, which used to be just a basic, relatively easy part of my life. I also have nightmares, anxiety attacks, extreme fear of (strange) men, very little energy etc. .etc., combined with depressive tendencies and dependence on the maximum dosage of Zoloft.
So I pretty much told her the contents of my post from May and she said it was very clear to her what I wanted now. I told her I realised it was going to be very difficult to get through all the walls I built up and actually even start real EMDR, but that I desperately wanted to try it. Even if it means I have to work on it every day.
She's found me a potential therapy group filled with people from 21 to 27 years old. And we're going to keep the EMDR treatment going. So I'm pretty happy about that.
Just got myself to do some studying, as I had seriously been slacking today. Went quite well, considering I started around 11 p.m. Now it's time for me to go to bed. Hope I'll do some more good work tomorrow morning.
Though I was 20 minutes late, therapy was pretty good. I did feel stupid and crazy and above all humiliated, because I admitted to her how afraid I had been the past few weeks that maybe I had HIV and how that fear took my life over completely. Thank God the tests came back negative, but boy was I afraid. I told my T that the fear of having such an illness probably affects me this much because not only does it hurt me, but it is potentially dangerous to those around me. And if I'm afraid of anything, it's seriously hurting or even losing someone I love, and the whole thing being my fault.
I agree with my T that my belief that I am not a good and worthy person is so strong that it affects everything in my life and that it needs to be treated. But she wanted to quit our sessions in trauma reprocessing and send me to a group where I could talk about my negative self-image and my social anxiety. That isn't what I want. Yes, I want those feelings to end, but not as badly as I want to get rid of my PTSD. When I was in high school and battling anorexia/bulimia, I had trouble keeping my grades up, but I still managed to stay in a very good school, have fun, play field hockey and get up at 7 a.m. every morning.
Now that I have PTSD combined with major depression, I have trouble passing my courses at uni, which used to be just a basic, relatively easy part of my life. I also have nightmares, anxiety attacks, extreme fear of (strange) men, very little energy etc. .etc., combined with depressive tendencies and dependence on the maximum dosage of Zoloft.
So I pretty much told her the contents of my post from May and she said it was very clear to her what I wanted now. I told her I realised it was going to be very difficult to get through all the walls I built up and actually even start real EMDR, but that I desperately wanted to try it. Even if it means I have to work on it every day.
She's found me a potential therapy group filled with people from 21 to 27 years old. And we're going to keep the EMDR treatment going. So I'm pretty happy about that.
Just got myself to do some studying, as I had seriously been slacking today. Went quite well, considering I started around 11 p.m. Now it's time for me to go to bed. Hope I'll do some more good work tomorrow morning.