I don't sleep well much, but last night was a little worse than usual. I was up five times, and I had a nightmare, didn't really get to rest. My husband is very depressed and having problems. Work's stressful and overwhelming right now. Therapy is messy and intense. Finances, getting worse by the day.
I was hoping to talk to my therapist today- tried so hard to wait for her, when she said she'd be available, but she wasn't. I desperately wanted some help. I wrote and wrote and wrote, trying to make it better. I had some comfort food, tried music, took the dog for a walk, etc.
I really tried. But it's not good enough to help with my stress. I'm not good enough. I'm just not, but I really did try.
So, we're having dinner, my daughter and I. I tell her not to eat so fast, to wait for her food to cool down- and she doesn't, and she starts to choke, just for a moment, but she's ok. And I get so mad, and upset and panicked, and tired of things going wrong, I open my awful, vile mouth, and I say to her:
"God, f*c(%ng damnit, don't take another bite."
And then, I calm down, and apologize. I know just how to apologize, to make it better, because I have TOO much practice apologizing. I'm SO mad at myself, for failing again. And I'm even a little mad at my therapist, maybe she could have helped me, if she was around. I needed help. And I knew it.
I do not know what I'm going to do. My life feels more upset now than before therapy. I told my therapist in an email, I quit. I bet folks will want to tell me that's a mistake, but you know what- I feel like I was holding it better before, and now, I not only have my temper to deal with, but all the other issues that came up in therapy, and it's hard for me to even do my job these days, because I'm so distracted by all the issues.
I do not know how to buy myself the 10 seconds I need to feel my temper coming out and go away or stop it. I do not know. I try, but I fail.
I was hoping to talk to my therapist today- tried so hard to wait for her, when she said she'd be available, but she wasn't. I desperately wanted some help. I wrote and wrote and wrote, trying to make it better. I had some comfort food, tried music, took the dog for a walk, etc.
I really tried. But it's not good enough to help with my stress. I'm not good enough. I'm just not, but I really did try.
So, we're having dinner, my daughter and I. I tell her not to eat so fast, to wait for her food to cool down- and she doesn't, and she starts to choke, just for a moment, but she's ok. And I get so mad, and upset and panicked, and tired of things going wrong, I open my awful, vile mouth, and I say to her:
"God, f*c(%ng damnit, don't take another bite."
And then, I calm down, and apologize. I know just how to apologize, to make it better, because I have TOO much practice apologizing. I'm SO mad at myself, for failing again. And I'm even a little mad at my therapist, maybe she could have helped me, if she was around. I needed help. And I knew it.
I do not know what I'm going to do. My life feels more upset now than before therapy. I told my therapist in an email, I quit. I bet folks will want to tell me that's a mistake, but you know what- I feel like I was holding it better before, and now, I not only have my temper to deal with, but all the other issues that came up in therapy, and it's hard for me to even do my job these days, because I'm so distracted by all the issues.
I do not know how to buy myself the 10 seconds I need to feel my temper coming out and go away or stop it. I do not know. I try, but I fail.