Over the past few weeks I've made some very not so subtle hints ( ) at my difficulties that therapy breaks tend to bring up.
I am at the end of a week long vacation (which is a lot when you're used to four or five sessions per week) and its been a really interesting journey.
For the first time at a deep level I didn't feel abandoned or uncared for at all.
Yet by the second day into the break I was unravelling. I thrashed around trying to avoid my feelings before finally standing still and working with what was coming up. And was I surprised!
The biggest things that came up were anger and frustration. Anger that I couldn't handle the break the way that I want to. I want to be able to step away from therapy during a break and miss my T yet be happy enough to wander along enjoying my life until its over. The frustration related to my exasperation over therapy and depression ruling my life for so long now. I've been in intensive therapy for over four years and I don't remember what my life was like beforehand. I want a chance to really live my life and not have the depression or therapy related stuff corrode all the good and rich experiences and relationships I have.
I saw my T yesterday (he kindly sees patients once during holidays if necessary and if he's in town).Through the session, guilt kept floating in and out of my mind and I mentioned that I felt guilty embarking on a life that I want to live and holds meaning, love and richness that is deeply fulfilling. I grew up without my autonomy and differentiation being supported and in fact felt guilty for wanting to leave my parents and family knowing how much they needed me, yet also knowing on a deep level I would literally die if I didn't. So here I am with this wonderful life at my feet and I'm paralysed because I don't know what to do with it. I dont know how to step into it and live it in its entirety.
But later on, the awareness of guilt took on a much deeper meaning. I really feel guilty about complaining to my T that I'm frustrated with the therapy process (especially during a holiday session which he's not obligated to do) even though its saved my life. Literally. He has saved my life and here I am complaining that I'm tired of seeing him five days a week and that I want to do something else with my life. I feel like such an ungrateful, selfish cow for even saying that. Because in a way I've never loved anyone the way I love my T and I'm scared I will mean less and be loved less if I start having sessions more infrequently. I feel like I'm betraying and discarding one of the most important relationships I will ever have. How do you say to someone you love so much and have needed so much for so long that maybe you're a little more grown up now? A little more independent? Even now writing this I'm tearing up.
There sure will be lots to talk about on Monday morning!
Thanks for listening/reading xxx