Hey all,
This is a tough time of day for me, nothing new. I tend to feel too young and vulnerable, even though I know I'm safe. Normally I don't register physical pain but do realize that the anxiety, restlessness, despair, shame, and physical distess wear on me as the day progresses. Whether aware or not, I know I am physically exhausted and emotionally weak, but often too afraid to cave into sleep that is never restful or recuperative. It's at this time when I feel especially cutoff and lonely (even my phone and computer seem more connected than I am) yet not strong enough to weather it well or to not lash out at myself about everything and anything.
Not sure why I needed to write that, just weepy I suppose or avoiding asking for help with the following.
I have been having a terrible time trying to process both the loss of my former therapist and the abruptly tragic way in which it was terminated. Besides feeling abandoned/discarded with no one to turn to, I was accused of some pretty awful things, which aren't true but most likely "convenient" and definitely a mischaracterization at best and an abusive use at worst of my dissociative symptoms overlaid with some autistic tendencies. I know the truth and that's all that should matter, but it doesn't stop the bleeding. Because of my medical health, she "lost" one low-fee client which in hindsight I feel she regretted taking on, but I lost my only human connection and safe place to be seen, nine months of hard work after going it alone when my other therapist passed away, my weekly commitment which forced me to remain engaged with the world on some level, and probably my last chance to salvage a meaningful existence. I would normally agree with most bad things said about me, but I have always been an honorable person - always trying to do right by others even when doing so hurts me - and yet her misguided accusations hurtfully attacked that one decent quality. Now I
Nevermind, this was a mistake - why should anyone believe me? It's my own fault that she was all that I had. I never deserved her time or her investment in me, and she did what she needed to do for herself - be it the result of compassion fatigue or just plain dread. I just have to shove it somewhere, since it is out of my control. But if someone you pay to see you gives up on you in that way, then what am I left with and how do I move on?
Sorry for this dumb post. Goodnight/Good morning all. Sweet dreams - day or night.
Alex