Okay, did that.
Sleep?.. Bath?.. Tight squeeze.
I took enough benzoids I ought to be sleeping like a log, which is what tells me this is really intense.
Next, knowing the thoughts are contributing to the pain.
"I'm worthless, bad, will always be alone, a burden, don't deserve help, will never get what I need to heal." It all came out of a horrible therapy session today. I've been led down the garden path and now he's realizing what he's been trying to do is unrealistic. He's not abandoning me, but it feels that way because of the sudden about-face and a gazillion broken promises. It's making me face that no one is coming to save me. I really do have to get through this alone.
There were better ways he could have said it to not hurt me so bad. And that's easy to do when you don't understand what this kind of pain is like.
I've grieving for the child who thought someone was coming. It just hurts too much.
Next, what can you do for you, or someone else? Someone here?
Someone else, will take a little while. I'd be likely to respond by saying "yeah, it is just as bad and hopeless as you are saying."
Myself... I called a friend, hoping I could hang out at her house even if I'm sleeping on the couch while there. Sometimes I feel safer in someone else's space when it's this bad. Waiting for her to get back to me. And I have to get myself to the drugstore before it closes for the long weekend, in case I need more benzoids to get through this.
I did tell my therapist that the days of me going home in crisis after a session are over, but it didn't happen that way today. He got wrapped up in what he was saying about his thought process around changing his boundaries, and after ten minutes of telling me about that would ask how that was for me... when the damage was already done. I need him to monitor the effect he's having on me more closely. So I found a SUDS scale to print and bring in. I shouldn't be going home any higher than a 6, and I regularly do. Today was a 9. I think I've gotten it down to 8.
I'll get some when I go out to the drugstore.
Feelings of abandonment make me feel so bad, so humiliated, I don't feel like I have the right to eat or move or be seen. Someone else reminding me sort of gives me permission to take up space in the world.
:hug::hug::hug:
I get what you're saying about how we need people who get it.
I'm just really grieving that I thought my therapist got it, and he doesn't in the way I needed him to, and it hurts like hell.