I am in a very very ugly place right now and generally feel like I’m trying to hold on to sanity... to anything I write should be taken very lightly.
i indicated I am feeling unable to discuss a specific subject without self injury right now... as a reason to change the subject out of fear I’d be more out of control. Said this while dissociating and otherwise super dysregulated. It wasn’t the moment to keep pushing into a trigger related to my job today. Even if it was, no thanks. Not interested.
I spent 20 minutes with him upon his request discussing why I don’t stop self injuring. There are only so. many. ways. to say because it makes the anger stop and nothing else is working right now and I rather stop talking about the subject and calm down (which he supported) than continuing down into uncontrolled self injury. We had been working on anger and talking about a subject that sparked anger already. F
I asked about a sane response because it got to a point I was really beside myself.
I didn’t know what else to say. At a loss.
He did say I should use other coping skills. Yeah. I get that. I know. He kept pushing why don’t I just stop. Because I’m a stupid whore? An idiot. I told him such. I was generally losing my mind. What else to say? I don’t know. Is there something else to say?
Therapy seems like a place where I’m always giving the wrong answers. Somehow never enough. He wants to talk. I don’t. I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to return. I think I’ve lost the ability to connect with a therapist. It’s just another person telling me I’m doing life wrong. I already know. I don’t have any ability to connect with empathy, support, etc, etc. Straight up I think that ability in me is massively broken.
*That might be a problem*
He keeps texting asking to talk to confirm I’m safe. I texted back I am safe today as I am every other day in 2020. I’m safe enough. No plans to harm self or others. I don’t want to meet or talk. No. He is pushing to talk. Now it’s just another place where no is being pushed. I get he has to do his therapist part...
I want to be drunk. I want this pain to stop. I want to drown. If cutting off my arm would make it all stop, I’d do that.
That’s what it is for me right now. Any way to be in control of myself and make the internal pain slightly less.
Yes, it’s ironic because it’s a very out of control thing to do. Knowing this doesn’t seem to make any difference. Also. I don’t think that part of me that can connect to other humans is alive. It’s very hard to explain. Then the most empathic approach ok this would probably feel like shit. My trauma bent is to run. Fight to run. Do it all myself. Fierce independence. Avoidant attachment. I don’t need anyone so f*ck this. All of that is in full gear right now.
If I step back, the voice of a small army of people in my life asking me to not run echoes in my brain. I feel like there is a more sane response than I’m having...