I sent my therapist a message yesterday because I wasn't doing well. Jittery and (without any details) was making myself bleed. I noted that I'd try to find some distractions. She didn't respond, but would have seen it because she replied to my dumb-ass little drunk e-mail from last night (even a simple response to the other e-mail would have helped me feel like none of it mattered or I'm too f*cked up). I feel so ashamed. I can't eat.
She said we could talk about this stuff. But now I feel like I'm too much, or she's disgusted, or is secretly hoping I just quit because I really want to. I even told her a little more about this self abuse (w/out details) yesterday while perfectly sober. I was trying really hard to have guts, but also be self-compassionate vs too shamed or judging. And now I feel ashamed, judged, and honestly ripped off for trusting her. I feel really really sick. I want to rip out my guts and set them on fire.
WHY did I bring this up? See what happens? I want die. I've worked with her for 3 years. I'm not starting therapy over. I trusted her and that's really hard for me to do. I am not strong enough to try this any more, I feel like I am dying right now. I will never talk about any of it ever again. I'm such a shit head f*ck up.
Time for another benzo.