CarbonTiger
Registrant
When do we stop punishing ourselves? How long will this take? and why?
I just want to know when this all stops?
Won't you all just lie to me and tell me its all going to get better. That i'm going to be ok. Isn't this what we need to hear? To be reassured.
Therapy is my responsibility, my burden, a gift and a goddamned curse. It is to heavy for me to carry anymore. My body doesn't know when to give in to the feelings. I have become an architect in my own mind and built an emotional resistance against all the shit & decay. I don't understand these complexities of life because I refuse to process these difficult memories. Its the fact that there are more and I don't want to face them yet. I think i've reached my limit perhaps.
Deep down I still believe but there are times like this that my body just reacts to the emotional trauma of sexual abuse that became violent.
I just feel like another statistic, another number on the board, in the page, apart of some fact. It makes it meaningless because nothing (I want) can be changed. This complete effort to be in therapy for the past 2 years has been the hardest part of my life. I know I made progress but the light at the end of the tunnel was a false hope. It was merely a reflection. This is where I feel the need to go back, turn around and be alone. I can see myself shutting off for awhile. Aimlessly getting by day-to-day, fading into the background, turning on observation mode while all of this passes... Waiting... alone.
How much does one have to deal with before they lose themselves in their own mind?
Don't answer that. Its rhetorical. I fear one day my mind will collapse and the control I seek to gain will be lost. Deep down I believe i'm strong enough, however its days like this, that I question my ability to do such things.
Ok, after therapy free write done. Time to cry in the shower...
I just want to know when this all stops?
Won't you all just lie to me and tell me its all going to get better. That i'm going to be ok. Isn't this what we need to hear? To be reassured.
Therapy is my responsibility, my burden, a gift and a goddamned curse. It is to heavy for me to carry anymore. My body doesn't know when to give in to the feelings. I have become an architect in my own mind and built an emotional resistance against all the shit & decay. I don't understand these complexities of life because I refuse to process these difficult memories. Its the fact that there are more and I don't want to face them yet. I think i've reached my limit perhaps.
Deep down I still believe but there are times like this that my body just reacts to the emotional trauma of sexual abuse that became violent.
I just feel like another statistic, another number on the board, in the page, apart of some fact. It makes it meaningless because nothing (I want) can be changed. This complete effort to be in therapy for the past 2 years has been the hardest part of my life. I know I made progress but the light at the end of the tunnel was a false hope. It was merely a reflection. This is where I feel the need to go back, turn around and be alone. I can see myself shutting off for awhile. Aimlessly getting by day-to-day, fading into the background, turning on observation mode while all of this passes... Waiting... alone.
How much does one have to deal with before they lose themselves in their own mind?
Don't answer that. Its rhetorical. I fear one day my mind will collapse and the control I seek to gain will be lost. Deep down I believe i'm strong enough, however its days like this, that I question my ability to do such things.
Ok, after therapy free write done. Time to cry in the shower...