Things don’t get better. I lurch from crisis to crisis. The natural downs of life leave me feeling hopeless because even though I know intellectually they will pass I don’t feel like they will when I’m in them. I lack resilience and I have no idea how to develop it. I don’t know if that is depression or just my personality.
Worthless is how I define anything that involves me. For example I sat for half of my session last night saying nothing. I told him I had nothing to talk about. Really I feel like I have nothing worthwhile to talk about. Nothing I feel or think seems worth talking about. They are always variations on what we have already have talked about and they are still there. What’s the point of talking about them again?
I think I realized last night that my feelings about outside the session contact aren't that different than inside the session contact. In both cases I think my T shouldn't have to hear from me. I ended up sending my T a long, crazy email listing many of the things I wanted to talk about. After a sleepless night I wrote him and left him a voicemail saying don't read the crazy email.
I don't think therapy can work when you aren't willing to speak about your experience. I think I've always been lonely and worthless and therapy is just the place where I have to face that. I don't want to go back.
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