It has been a long time since I have posted. That is because I have been doing well. Still 2x a week in therapy (3 years now) dealing with memories that surfaced three years ago after my grandmother died.
I routinely have experienced in these three years a pernicious cycle -- talking in therapy stirring things up, leading to flashbacks, leading to anxiety, then crashing in severe depression.
We've gone at least six months now without triggering this cycle....while still talking about difficult things. Then, wham, we enter into some uncharted territory (having to do with ugly, murderous anger) and I 'm back in this god-awful cycle.
The flashbacks were earlier in the week. Then the depression hit. I can barely move. I want to die. I don't know what to do. I feel so unbelievably alone.
There isn't anything to do but wait it out and hope it doesn't get worse. I've never actually tried to kill myself, so that is in my favor.
But I hate myself for letting it get this bad again. Why does this need to happen? Why, after three years, don't I have it under control? Why doesn't my therapist have it under control? What is the therapy doing anyway?
I need to aim the anger somewhere. My father is dead, so what do I do with that anyway? Where does it go? How do I control it?
I'm guessing this post is rambling and incoherant. I'm going to post anyway hoping for some support. Sorry.
I routinely have experienced in these three years a pernicious cycle -- talking in therapy stirring things up, leading to flashbacks, leading to anxiety, then crashing in severe depression.
We've gone at least six months now without triggering this cycle....while still talking about difficult things. Then, wham, we enter into some uncharted territory (having to do with ugly, murderous anger) and I 'm back in this god-awful cycle.
The flashbacks were earlier in the week. Then the depression hit. I can barely move. I want to die. I don't know what to do. I feel so unbelievably alone.
There isn't anything to do but wait it out and hope it doesn't get worse. I've never actually tried to kill myself, so that is in my favor.
But I hate myself for letting it get this bad again. Why does this need to happen? Why, after three years, don't I have it under control? Why doesn't my therapist have it under control? What is the therapy doing anyway?
I need to aim the anger somewhere. My father is dead, so what do I do with that anyway? Where does it go? How do I control it?
I'm guessing this post is rambling and incoherant. I'm going to post anyway hoping for some support. Sorry.