To add to my never ending triggered moments (and this has been a rough week trigger wise)....
This morning, once again, the folks at PP were out there. I decided to hang out down the street. Even though it still felt really exposed it was better than sitting that close to the action.
My appointment was at 7:30 at 7:35 my therapist had not shown up. I texted him to ask if we had cancelled today while I was out of my mind triggered on Tuesday. When he texted me back, his response was that he had thought we had moved to the once a week format. Moments later he drove past and went in the office to meet with me. To make matters worse, one of the PP guys was hanging out around the corner in front of my therapist's office making a phone call. I had to wait till he moved before I could go over. I was so goddamned triggered when I got inside, all I could do was sit there and cry and say I'm sorry over and over and over again. We ended the session about 10 minutes in and he said he would text me to set up a time to meet with him tomorrow morning.
My therapist said he should have checked in with me and said he wasn't mad at me but I just don't believe that! I CAN'T! I've been trying but I made him come in for no reason, and now he's trying to set up a meeting for tomorrow morning and I just... I can't. I can't go to therapy anymore. Not tomorrow, not next week. I just want to quit. And yes, I 'm bawling my eyes out. I really don't ever want to go back. Never. Never. Never.