Yesterday was my birthday. I had been anxious to discuss the murder I witnessed a few days before the anniversary of my moms suicide and my suicide attempt on her anniversary having gone 5 days no sleep and my husband telling me he didn't know if he loved me anymore.
She told me my attempt was manipulative. It wasn't. When I could get a good bleed from my wrist doing more damage to my tendons I we for a vein on the back of my hand the slicing an the vein at my elbow, took 60.05 mgs of kolonapin which should have stopped me from breathing and kept my arm in a bucket of warm water to delay coagulation.
I was shocked to wake up a day latter only feeling dizzy.
My therapist went on to tell me she was going to stop treating me with kid gloves, that stunk, probably because I have been to cold to wash my jacket because it is too cold to remove it and I currently don't have weather appropriate enough clothing to keep me warm enough in freezing basement with windows so old the leak and icicles form around the washer. Nor, can I afford to go clothes shopping since our car accident put my husband out of work and we are playing catch up on rent and utilities as a priority. Besides tobacco smoke I was unaware my jacket smelled that bad. Guess I can wrap up in blankets and wash it.
What really set me off those was when she called me materialistic. I pride myself on being a steward of the planet, reducing waste ect. I own nothing valuable enough to pawn and I know for a fact that everything we own except furniture could fit in the back seat of my car because it did during the 3 months we were homeless. I have learned that even the sentimental items I lost in the process mean little in the bigger scheme of things.
So while I already identified as an anti materialist, after my homeless experience ontop of childhood lack, I started identify with it more strongly building my spiritual practices, and using as much non recyclable trash as I can and turning into mixed media art, wind chimes and such. So I don't understand what she means by materialistic.
Also when I asked her if I could have a piece of candy, her response was "well I am not going to stand up and go get it for you. "
So confused but can't stop obsessing on it. I never did get to talk about the intrusive thoughts I am struggling with of seeing that kid get shot in the head and the embaressmet of having my 911 call all over the news and how bad they got it wrong and using my voice to manipulative a false version of events.
She told me my attempt was manipulative. It wasn't. When I could get a good bleed from my wrist doing more damage to my tendons I we for a vein on the back of my hand the slicing an the vein at my elbow, took 60.05 mgs of kolonapin which should have stopped me from breathing and kept my arm in a bucket of warm water to delay coagulation.
I was shocked to wake up a day latter only feeling dizzy.
My therapist went on to tell me she was going to stop treating me with kid gloves, that stunk, probably because I have been to cold to wash my jacket because it is too cold to remove it and I currently don't have weather appropriate enough clothing to keep me warm enough in freezing basement with windows so old the leak and icicles form around the washer. Nor, can I afford to go clothes shopping since our car accident put my husband out of work and we are playing catch up on rent and utilities as a priority. Besides tobacco smoke I was unaware my jacket smelled that bad. Guess I can wrap up in blankets and wash it.
What really set me off those was when she called me materialistic. I pride myself on being a steward of the planet, reducing waste ect. I own nothing valuable enough to pawn and I know for a fact that everything we own except furniture could fit in the back seat of my car because it did during the 3 months we were homeless. I have learned that even the sentimental items I lost in the process mean little in the bigger scheme of things.
So while I already identified as an anti materialist, after my homeless experience ontop of childhood lack, I started identify with it more strongly building my spiritual practices, and using as much non recyclable trash as I can and turning into mixed media art, wind chimes and such. So I don't understand what she means by materialistic.
Also when I asked her if I could have a piece of candy, her response was "well I am not going to stand up and go get it for you. "
So confused but can't stop obsessing on it. I never did get to talk about the intrusive thoughts I am struggling with of seeing that kid get shot in the head and the embaressmet of having my 911 call all over the news and how bad they got it wrong and using my voice to manipulative a false version of events.