For months now I've just wanted to write about how I've felt in the past year in order to make some sense of my emotions. But, every time I try, the words just don't come to me or it becomes too difficult. Even in therapy I can never get what I really feel out. I just would rather have it stay in my brain because letting it out is too frustrating. And when a few blips do manage to find their way into the air I always get frustrated by my therapist's response. I feel like she invalidates how I feel without meaning to.
I realized a few days ago that I've been jumping through the stages of grief in the past year. Denial, anger, guilt, depression, but never quite reaching acceptance. I don't think I've ever gotten fully past one stage I'm just always going back and forth with the stages or feeling several of them simultaneously.
After my bitch of a friend decided to take off, I never wanted to disclose my feelings with anyone else since it hurt too much to someone leave and take that trust with them. So I just deadened myself emotionally outwardly?? (I don't think that statement made much sense, but that's how I feel). But I direct a huge amount of emotion internally, which is, according to my therapist and a bunch of articles, a major contributor to my depression. I didn't even realize how much I've been needing to unload until I started venting about work issues with another close friend. And for once she didn't turn the topic back to herself and how hard her job is, which is what my mother does, but she just listened and it felt really, really good. So much so that I felt like I was putting cement on the cracks of the dam holding back my torrent of suppressed emotions when I said, good night. So that’s when I attempted to write again. But I can never figure out how to put everything I’m feeling into words and I’m pretty sure it’s because I still haven’t confronted the molestation, cutting off ties with my father, and several other issues. It still scares me to confront these issues because I’ll have to talk about it and I’ll have to remember, which hurts. But that’s the only way to completely heal, isn’t it? Personally for me, I've always felt that all of these things showed that I am weak and talking about them would make me even weaker. They made me broken and in need of fixing. But my hope is, that in confronting the pain, they will only prove how strong I am. I made it through even in the days when I wanted nothing more than to just disappear. I’m scarred, but I’m not broken.
I realized a few days ago that I've been jumping through the stages of grief in the past year. Denial, anger, guilt, depression, but never quite reaching acceptance. I don't think I've ever gotten fully past one stage I'm just always going back and forth with the stages or feeling several of them simultaneously.
After my bitch of a friend decided to take off, I never wanted to disclose my feelings with anyone else since it hurt too much to someone leave and take that trust with them. So I just deadened myself emotionally outwardly?? (I don't think that statement made much sense, but that's how I feel). But I direct a huge amount of emotion internally, which is, according to my therapist and a bunch of articles, a major contributor to my depression. I didn't even realize how much I've been needing to unload until I started venting about work issues with another close friend. And for once she didn't turn the topic back to herself and how hard her job is, which is what my mother does, but she just listened and it felt really, really good. So much so that I felt like I was putting cement on the cracks of the dam holding back my torrent of suppressed emotions when I said, good night. So that’s when I attempted to write again. But I can never figure out how to put everything I’m feeling into words and I’m pretty sure it’s because I still haven’t confronted the molestation, cutting off ties with my father, and several other issues. It still scares me to confront these issues because I’ll have to talk about it and I’ll have to remember, which hurts. But that’s the only way to completely heal, isn’t it? Personally for me, I've always felt that all of these things showed that I am weak and talking about them would make me even weaker. They made me broken and in need of fixing. But my hope is, that in confronting the pain, they will only prove how strong I am. I made it through even in the days when I wanted nothing more than to just disappear. I’m scarred, but I’m not broken.