Afraid to Move Forward
Jude
Registrant
The other day I had a painful therapy session. Not the worst ever, but still it left me confused and fearful.
I confessed to my therapist that I thought I was starting to feel some distance between the present "me" and the pain that I've carried so many years, and that disturbed me. He wondered why that wasn't a good thing. After all, isn't that what we've been working toward in our sessions?
Well, yes....but still, I couldn't answer why I felt troubled about it. So he did his therapist thing and we eventualy got to the the answer: FEAR. After 40+ years of surpressing that pain, and using everything the world offers to try to mask it, now I am afraid of the prospect of letting it go. Afraid that it won't really go away, it will just go into hiding, only to come roaring back and turn my life upside down again. Just when I'm beginning to create something of a life, the prospect of returning to flashbacks, crying jags, and constant turmoil, is upsetting. I'm not sure I could survive it again.
My therapist pointed out that that's not likely to happen, but that I have developed the tools, resilience, and support systems to survive nearly anything the world throws at me.
He then questioned whether I believe that I really deserve to be happy. Perhaps my lifelong self-identity as a "worthless piece of shit" is what still wants to deprive me of happiness.
I don't know. I'm still processing this. Still thinking through it. But I thought I'd put it out there: What if you're on the verge of acheiving the healing you've sought and worked for, only to find your self afraid to move forward with it?
OMG, how fucked up is that?
I confessed to my therapist that I thought I was starting to feel some distance between the present "me" and the pain that I've carried so many years, and that disturbed me. He wondered why that wasn't a good thing. After all, isn't that what we've been working toward in our sessions?
Well, yes....but still, I couldn't answer why I felt troubled about it. So he did his therapist thing and we eventualy got to the the answer: FEAR. After 40+ years of surpressing that pain, and using everything the world offers to try to mask it, now I am afraid of the prospect of letting it go. Afraid that it won't really go away, it will just go into hiding, only to come roaring back and turn my life upside down again. Just when I'm beginning to create something of a life, the prospect of returning to flashbacks, crying jags, and constant turmoil, is upsetting. I'm not sure I could survive it again.
My therapist pointed out that that's not likely to happen, but that I have developed the tools, resilience, and support systems to survive nearly anything the world throws at me.
He then questioned whether I believe that I really deserve to be happy. Perhaps my lifelong self-identity as a "worthless piece of shit" is what still wants to deprive me of happiness.
I don't know. I'm still processing this. Still thinking through it. But I thought I'd put it out there: What if you're on the verge of acheiving the healing you've sought and worked for, only to find your self afraid to move forward with it?
OMG, how fucked up is that?


