***I’m not sure if this needs a trigger warning, but just to be safe, I mention SU thoughts***
The main thing that drew me to therapy was existential angst. As long as I can remember, I’ve felt like I was lacking whatever core thing it is that makes other people human. I’ve never had a spark inside of me. Right now, all I do in my life is work. I don’t know what to do with myself when I have free time, and it puzzles me how other people seem to have so much that they want to do in life.
I also struggle a lot with the feeling that reality is all an illusion that “I” (not Bee, but the universe) have created in order to distract myself from the despair of forever. I think about the concept of infinity and it terrifies me. How can the universe have always existed? And yet how could it have ever not existed? I am scared all the time that the illusion is going to break, and that I’ll be back to eternity. I have nightmares where my T disintegrates in front of me, after scolding me for thinking that he was real.
I chose my T partly because he has a degree in theology. He was going to be a priest, but ended up becoming a T instead. In today’s session, I started telling him about some of the stuff I think about. I also confided in him about the voice that I hear in my head all the time, telling me to kill myself.
It was almost funny how quickly he changed from his usual “compassionate T” mode into “diagnostic T” mode. It was clear from some of his questions that he was going through checklists for schizophrenia, DID, etc. He eventually was reassured that I was OK (although he did mention maybe trying an anti-psychotic drug, which sounded much too serious to me), and we were able to start to talk about things.
We talked about the voice that I hear. It is definitely in my head, and I know it isn’t real, it comes from me but it is deep and authoritative, and not my normal interior voice. I can usually ignore it, but it never goes away. All it says is “kill yourself”, over and over. I know that what it means is that I would be better off ending the illusion of reality rather than living in fear of reality slipping away from me. My T asked what would happen if killing myself didn’t end the illusion. I think he was trying to get me to think of the possibility that reality is real and that killing myself really means killing myself, but I took his question more to mean what if there is nothing that I can do to end the illusion, and that is not something I want to consider.
My T talked for a while about the philosopher Heidegger and his book Being and Time, and then talked about how my learning more about how other people have dealt with these ideas could be good for me, which I agree with. He also talked about how I have never felt like I was a person. He said that it is a common feeling among traumatized children, especially when the trauma started when they were really young. This made me feel a little hopeful, that other people had felt like this as well, and I wanted to ask him if he thought I would eventually feel human, but I wasn’t ready to hear his answer.
I am really appreciating my T more and more. I struggle with feeling like if he cares about me, it is because I manipulated him into it, but a couple times in the last few weeks I have felt his care and haven’t felt bad about it. I love how gentle his voice is, and how safe I feel with him. I love that he is so open with the details of his own life, his own bad childhood. I feel so sad for little T sometimes.
I am his first client of the day on Fridays, and he told me that he makes himself go to bed early on Thursday nights so that he can get into the office before I do, because he never wants me to come to an empty office and feel abandoned. And when I offered to change the session time, he just smiled and said that the time was perfect.