I have 2 appointments this morning and when I tried to reach out yesterday for some help it went badly. It's almost as though I had set it up this weekend to go bad for myself while having an episode by calling my mom. I was in the middle of a Migraine episode and it was the eye of the storm so I felt grrrrrreat! Not a good time to call her as she does not know how to handle that kind of thing, she regresses into her own issues about her mother but I was wired up and my husband was busy. After a Migraine I always go through more of a depressive episode due to brain chemistry disruption and this being a rough time for me anyway I just feel worse than I have.
I didn't call Monday but I tried yesterday as I have to have the nerve block today and she usually goes since I am physically sick for awhile afterwards. I let her know that I understood she was probably shaken by my call (this is nothing new to her and we have gone over it and over it, discussed it with complete clarity of how it would be handled, I get chatty, she gets unnerved, or I'm so depressed from the pain I want to die, etc.) and could we talk. She was extremely uncomfortable but pretended that things were just fine when they were not so I got off the phone. She called back an hour later, I didn't pick up (rare for me with her!), saying she had been cleaning the floor and blah blah blah nothing was true about it and she had just needed time to make up something up so she could pretend it was all ok.Rare for her to leave a message or to even call at that.
I may sound mean, I realize this, but my whole life was like this..let's pretend things aren't they way they are, daddy's not doing what he is, smile smile smile, I am cleaning, noooo, my arm's not broken..the house is clean so everything is fine, see??? It's all okay now, what is it dear?? It's not okay and it would be fine with me if she said that then we could go from there. I've told her that a million times and when she has we have been able to get somewhere so it's not like we haven't done it before and seen the results. It's not like I didn't give her time to think about it.
Anyway, I did it to myself. I drive everyone away and I just can't take anymore, I really can't. I have cut myself again, I'm so tired I can't even be disappointed in myself about that. Yesterday I cut big DNA on my chest. What is that??? I don't want to see my therapist this morning because I don't want to hear myself complain anymore, does that make sense? What a loser....
It's not fair, my mom probably has her own PTSD and I'm just being selfish and self-centered again. I sound like a child, what is wrong with me? I'm a grown woman and yet I end up at these times feeling so gone...where's all the work I've done
I didn't call Monday but I tried yesterday as I have to have the nerve block today and she usually goes since I am physically sick for awhile afterwards. I let her know that I understood she was probably shaken by my call (this is nothing new to her and we have gone over it and over it, discussed it with complete clarity of how it would be handled, I get chatty, she gets unnerved, or I'm so depressed from the pain I want to die, etc.) and could we talk. She was extremely uncomfortable but pretended that things were just fine when they were not so I got off the phone. She called back an hour later, I didn't pick up (rare for me with her!), saying she had been cleaning the floor and blah blah blah nothing was true about it and she had just needed time to make up something up so she could pretend it was all ok.Rare for her to leave a message or to even call at that.
I may sound mean, I realize this, but my whole life was like this..let's pretend things aren't they way they are, daddy's not doing what he is, smile smile smile, I am cleaning, noooo, my arm's not broken..the house is clean so everything is fine, see??? It's all okay now, what is it dear?? It's not okay and it would be fine with me if she said that then we could go from there. I've told her that a million times and when she has we have been able to get somewhere so it's not like we haven't done it before and seen the results. It's not like I didn't give her time to think about it.
Anyway, I did it to myself. I drive everyone away and I just can't take anymore, I really can't. I have cut myself again, I'm so tired I can't even be disappointed in myself about that. Yesterday I cut big DNA on my chest. What is that??? I don't want to see my therapist this morning because I don't want to hear myself complain anymore, does that make sense? What a loser....
It's not fair, my mom probably has her own PTSD and I'm just being selfish and self-centered again. I sound like a child, what is wrong with me? I'm a grown woman and yet I end up at these times feeling so gone...where's all the work I've done