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Some Sort Of Nervous Breakdown

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I think I have to quit and go back to old distractions where I felt safer (maybe minus over-working, I don't know). I can't handle it. I can't eat.
 
she kept reassuring me that she knows how to take care of herself to keep from burning out and taking on too much. I think that you need to have that conversation with your therapist and let your therapist decide what is too much for her to handle.
I would echo this. I had a similar conversation with my therapist ...I fear I will be too much for him etc. I know a few things I've said have been hard for him, but I've decided to stop (somewhat) trying to protect him from my chaos and trust what he says...that he can take care of himself.

@Chava I will write more later. You are not alone in feeling like you can't do anything but work. Last year I pretty much deleted myself from everything for similar reasons to what you've said. More later...must helps kid pack for a school trip tomorrow...how last ditch moment is that? Hope we have everything!
 
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My therapist assures me I'm not bugging her. I can't believe it, which further makes me feel like an ass (I'm really trapped). I just feel like I need too much help. Not like hospital help but maybe I'm afraid that's the route I'm on. I don't understand it. I've been in the corner of the tiniest interior room of my house all day. I'm going to work out for 1-2 hours then double my sleeping pill. My body is unbearably off track. I can't have another night like last night. I'll totally lose it.

Packing the night before sounds way prepared! Thanks for your help
@Hope4Now ...I'm going to get exercising.
 
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@Chava go for the exercise, but don't overdo or you won't sleep!

I'm terrified to call my therapist even though he has said I can whenever I want. I don't want to bug him, even when I'm in chaos. I couldn't even bring myself to call emergency services this summer when I really thought I needed it. I don't do well asking for help. One of the hardest things about my chronic pain issues is that I have had to learn to ask for physical help sometimes when it is really desperate...but even then, I end up crawling up the basement stairs with the laundry instead of asking someone to help me. And that's not even psychological help. Asking for psychological help is way more difficult. Perhaps because like you I feel I need far more help than anyone can give. But the few times I have managed to ask, it's been okay. It hasn't necessarily been what I wanted, but it was something.

I suppose we need to get up the courage to discuss these issues really directly in therapy. It is about the therapeutic relationship, and if that relationship isn't honest and open and direct, the healing isn't going to happen properly. It is really, really hard to confront a therapist I think. I kind of blew my own mind last week when I told mine I thought we'd had a really sucky previous appointment (we had). He was quite open to talking about why. It didn't solve my issue, really, but it felt rather good to bring it up and not have the world collapse.

Something about my upbringing made me feel that asking for help is dangerous in many ways, and that I have to be completely self-sufficient. Going to therapy has been a really difficult experience for me. My therapist doesn't know all of what goes on with me because I don't tell him. I am generally the queen of minimizing. Talking on this forum has helped me at least put words to some of the stuff.
I also realize I'm horrible at asking for help. I don't expect it so make sort of vague remarks to see if I get closed down or not. That and feeling like I keep up my minimal connections if I'm not a burden but try to survive the worst feelings all by myself.
I do that all the time. I'm very vague unless the person asks me directly, and even then I sometimes keep it general (my therapist is learning to ask pretty pointed questions of me sometimes, but other times he doesn't pick up on my vague hints at things...so it's up to me to get better at asking specifically...very hard). Nobody else (except my mother who is grossly intrusive) asks pointed questions, so they don't know much about my inner life.

I hope you have a better night tonight. Even though you stayed in a little room all day, you have reached out to connect on the forum. You have inner resources to get you through even though you feel so overrun by all the other parts. I hope you can rest.
 
Better. I like my work and it's super busy, so good to be there. I still feel way amped up. I really needed to hide for a while. I also need to keep taking a little extra sleeping medication until I get through this. Yesterday I told my therapist I'm quitting (via e-mail) and she took that as I'm really frustrated and hoped I wasn't quitting. So I un-quit later after taking my sedatives and coming out of my meltdown a bit (I'm a dumbshit, but my stress has no logic right now...it's simply too much). I think she "hears" I'm complaining via e-mail when I feel like I'm saying something like "HELP!!!" I told her that. I suck at asking for help, I don't usually know what I even need when melting down, and I know e-mail sucks...but glad she puts up with it. Anyway, busy day...I didn't finish eating my lunch until 5pm. I'm aware of even "good" stress rattling my body right now. I just don't know how to balance it. I feel overloaded and completely intolerant towards bad stress...crazy intolerant. Will walk the dog slowly and call someone.

Thanks a lot @Hope4Now ...I hope you are doing okay.
 
I get the hard to ask directly for help when you don't even know what you need. I say "I'm sort of okay I guess" which translates to "I'm screaming in pain and desperation." I keep thinking about quitting therapy. But not really I guess. I'm on the subway writing this having just come from a very cool churchish sort of service...not religious just spiritual. I share this because one of the reflections was about being gentle and forgiving of ourselves...and it was kind of illuminating to hear it outside of a therapeutic context. And I realized how much I need to learn how to find support--real loving and kind support--beyond just my therapist. And that scares the cr@p out of me for all kinds of reasons, not the least of which is that I have no clue what I really need. But I liked this community that is called sanctuary and whose theme includes the line "loved right through." That's what I need from myself...and from selected others too...

Sorry I'm rambling. I've had a bizarrely intense kind of PTSD day alternating between hideous flashbacks and desperate busy focus at work. I guess what I want to say is that maybe the real work of healing from trauma is the constant effort to slow down and try to dredge up some love (tattered and unrecognizable though it may be) for the parts of ourselves that make us so scared and lonely and overwhelmed.

Walk slowly. Eat slowly. Think slowly (or slower at least). Breathe slowly. Try to love yourself slowly...it comes in tiny little bits, but the capacity is there because we are, all of us in our own ways, broken human beings.

I am wishing some moments of peace amidst the chaos for you.

Sorry if this is wildly fragmented...
 
I'm looking for other support too. It's too scary. I'm a totally safe hermit. I did nothing slowly. I think I smoked a packed of cigarettes, while walking up a hill and talking on a cell phone. 2 ambien. Better luck tomorrow. At least I don't hate my life. I feel like I'm just surviving it, easier during the good parts...and I want more of those...
 
I'm looking for other support too. It's too scary. I'm a totally safe hermit.
It is terrifying. I am a hermit as well (but only on the inside, as my external life requires almost constant interaction with all sorts of people and trying to meet all sorts of needs). I fight the constant compulsion to run away and be alone. Yet I'm desperate for loving and understanding support too, and I can't get that when I run away (either actually or just on the inside). It's the story of my life. Probably the reason I never got the help or support I needed was that I didn't know how to ask for it the right way. The only reason I'm getting any support now after all these years is that my system got so desperate that it whalloped me with severe chronic pain that was/is impossible to hide away from others (long story).

I wrote an essay a couple of months ago about an experience I had 25 years ago when I learned to kayak...it was an analogy essay...the point of it was that when we most want to run away and hide is the time when we most need to reach out and grab onto whatever bits of support we can find. And the more we do that, the more we start to figure out what we actually need...because some of what we get isn't helpful/doesn't feel good...but other times it does feel right. I have these tiny moments now and again and I'm just starting to learn...parts of me are starting to say, "Ahh! That's what I want!" But those moments only come when I slow down...slow down my thoughts and my activities, etc., and just try to notice my experience.

The noticing is the hardest part, because mostly what I notice is how chaotic and conflicted and afraid and sad and lonely I feel (or my "parts" feel, as my therapist would have me say). That's so hard to sit with. But the only times I've felt I'm getting a tiny bit of what I need have been times when I've been focused on slowing down enough to notice my internal world and my connection to my external world. If that makes any sense.

I hope today holds some good moments for you.
 
.the point of it was that when we most want to run away and hide is the time when we most need to reach out and grab onto whatever bits of support we can find.

I went to an AA meeting tonight and called a good friend. She didn't have to, but on her own offered to pick me up from the hospital after a procedure coming up (she's have to drive an hour one way)...and even take me to her house. It shouldn't be that bad. And I wasn't asking for that help. I just called to see if she had a few minutes to talk and told her I wasn't de-stressing at all (and this procedure might help)...we laughed a little, even about the crazy colleague we both know, and laughing is soooo helpful. I can't just meditate if I'm way amped up, but I can possibly laugh and loosen some of that tension and the joy-sucking vortex I feel in my chest. Laughter and feeling supported...such good medicine. I am going to run away somewhere soon....not far, but when I have the time, I will get in my car, travel 70mph and just go somewhere else. Just to feel free. My ways of decompressing still take a bunch of energy at this point, but it's a process from me buzzing at 400mph, coming down to calm in really careful stages...and I never have time to even fit this whole progression in. Sleeping pills now to just knock me out.
 
laughing is soooo helpful.
Yes, yes, yes. I hang out with people who are way too serious...including myself. I am infinitely grateful when somebody makes me laugh...it is some of the best medicine. Wish my sense of humor were more mainstream! I'm so very glad about your interaction with your friend...and that she offered the help...and that (I think) you accepted. Small steps. And good for you going to an AA meeting. I can imagine that might have been hard.

My ways of decompressing still take a bunch of energy at this point, but it's a process from me buzzing at 400mph, coming down to calm in really careful stages...and I never have time to even fit this whole progression in. Sleeping pills now to just knock me out.
Yes, yes, yes, again. I've said and thought and think that my "time" is not this world's/culture's time. It's one of the biggest challenges in my life--trying to fit the progression into a life that moves way too fast. I hope you will be able to get away from the mad-dash of the everyday for a regrouping moment.
 
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