This is the 2nd time in the last month or two that I have built up some huge fear/"I'm ready to take on the BEAST!" mentality prior to therapy to the point I literally lose it just prior to my appointment only to not have my therapy appointment come through. It's like I anticipate the German Wall coming down and it does not and the aftermath is me having to clean up my mess with the one person that is my most loyal and loving partner.
I don't know. I am caught running in the other direction looking for my tdoc to help do the work for me, if she is not available then I feel in shock. I really don't want to face this stuff right now. I hate even writing this and admitting at this moment but when I've tried to write about her it's unbearable. Having my husband home right now is difficult, I want some good time with him. Is that so bad? After the blow up I put everything in a box again, no tdoc no Beast no pain right now...can I do that?? Is that so bad for a few days? I peaked at what is there and it's a loooong process that I really need to be able to go through my moods on.
I haven't gone to do anything fun in so long. I had this plan (ut ohhhhh:ninja:) to just take care of few things BEFORE he took a few days off and it has not turned out well. So I ended up in a state of derealization then blew up at having set him off somehow and his reaction set me off (yeah it was a verbal fun house here though he backed up immediately once I joined in, the crazy lady knows this territory much better :speechless:)obviously things did not go accordingly. No surprise there.
I did manage to handle the situation and get myself back on track but her cutting out at the last minute again was surprising, I get charged, blah blah blah, it actually turned out okay because my hunny and I had a great day together and I have decided to pull back and look at my expectations of therapy again.
Mostly I know it's a process. Mostly I know I must do the work. I got lost here, I got terrified here, I didn't want to do this alone. I tried to write about my mother but there's a wall of terror, not fear, complete terror! It's not like I have never talked about, wrote about, cried, screamed, cut her off about it. (Well, not all of it.) But there is something different this time I don't know what it is. When I start to write a huge cloud of tar and stench with thorns and hellish heat wants to envelope me. I don't know what it is and I sure as hell don't want to find out on my own, which is weird because I've never been afraid of that woman. I think it has to do with what I have allowed myself to let her do to me. I'm hovering at about 90lbs and that is for sure lower than my 110-120, I am not eating any less, in fact I'm eating more than usual, it's purely my body tossing the weight off. That is this woman in my head telling me I'm fat fat fat. I look in the mirror and hear her say I'm way too old for long hair so my hair has grown from horribly short to my waist, a f**k you! from the teen in me as well. I'm fighting wanting to move into the other side of the house like a stranger but to have my space....that is her!!!
Ok, that's all I can write.
Rain
I don't know. I am caught running in the other direction looking for my tdoc to help do the work for me, if she is not available then I feel in shock. I really don't want to face this stuff right now. I hate even writing this and admitting at this moment but when I've tried to write about her it's unbearable. Having my husband home right now is difficult, I want some good time with him. Is that so bad? After the blow up I put everything in a box again, no tdoc no Beast no pain right now...can I do that?? Is that so bad for a few days? I peaked at what is there and it's a loooong process that I really need to be able to go through my moods on.
I haven't gone to do anything fun in so long. I had this plan (ut ohhhhh:ninja:) to just take care of few things BEFORE he took a few days off and it has not turned out well. So I ended up in a state of derealization then blew up at having set him off somehow and his reaction set me off (yeah it was a verbal fun house here though he backed up immediately once I joined in, the crazy lady knows this territory much better :speechless:)obviously things did not go accordingly. No surprise there.
I did manage to handle the situation and get myself back on track but her cutting out at the last minute again was surprising, I get charged, blah blah blah, it actually turned out okay because my hunny and I had a great day together and I have decided to pull back and look at my expectations of therapy again.
Mostly I know it's a process. Mostly I know I must do the work. I got lost here, I got terrified here, I didn't want to do this alone. I tried to write about my mother but there's a wall of terror, not fear, complete terror! It's not like I have never talked about, wrote about, cried, screamed, cut her off about it. (Well, not all of it.) But there is something different this time I don't know what it is. When I start to write a huge cloud of tar and stench with thorns and hellish heat wants to envelope me. I don't know what it is and I sure as hell don't want to find out on my own, which is weird because I've never been afraid of that woman. I think it has to do with what I have allowed myself to let her do to me. I'm hovering at about 90lbs and that is for sure lower than my 110-120, I am not eating any less, in fact I'm eating more than usual, it's purely my body tossing the weight off. That is this woman in my head telling me I'm fat fat fat. I look in the mirror and hear her say I'm way too old for long hair so my hair has grown from horribly short to my waist, a f**k you! from the teen in me as well. I'm fighting wanting to move into the other side of the house like a stranger but to have my space....that is her!!!
Ok, that's all I can write.
Rain