My T obviously has heard all about this. I am beginning to think maybe she has heard too much. I wasn't very nice to her yesterday and I get fearful she is tired of it. I don't mean to be that way, it just seems like I can't find the words to say what I mean. It is excruciating for me in session to be able to describe what the hell it is I am feeling. I want to be able to put this anger somewhere. I have told T that just trying to make it smaller isn't helping, it will just end up bursting at the seams. She is telling me in order to make it smaller I need to tell her what it is, what it feels like, blah blah blah. I scream at her I DONT KNOW. I honestly cannot bring words to this. I am in her room squirming and contorting and sighing but I can't f---ing talk. I feel like I am wasting my oh so few once a month sessions. Yesterday she asked me if I wanted to stop coming if this was so hard. What I want is for this anger to not rule my life and stopping therapy will not make that happen. She says we are inching forward on some progress. Really! Inching forward says to me that I will be in the f---ing nursing home before I resolve this. I hate my life so bad right now.
I guess my question is, how can it be that there are no words or better yet, why can't I speak them? This is so, so hard that it exhausts me. I have no answers and it seems like no road to take at all.