To the outside world I am told that I am competent and caring, am a good mum, very happily married and have a good job. All sounds and is, pretty wonderful, except that my poor head is so screwed up at the moment I sometimes wonder how long I'll be able to continue juggling all these things together with the hard work that is therapy.
I had a really difficult session yesterday, came away feeling exhausted, frightened and wondering if I was finally going mad. T did her best to reassure me that I wasn't, that what I was experiencing was really difficult fallout from procesing new memories(how many new ones can there still be I wonder?? ) and dscovering that the different ages in me are wanting to be heard - and unfortunately seem to want to be heard NOW. She says that I am moving forwards quickly, but acknowledges that it's really hard work that we have to do.
So then it's home and back to work today, head still feeling shot to bits...but putting on the smile and getting back into normal mode and big responsibilities, so of course nobody would ever know. And I wonder how long I can do this for? Inside I feel I want to break, yet outside there's nothing to show for any of that. Self-soothing doesn't really work for me, helps in that moment then all comes back with a crash afterwards and I spend the time betwen sessions coping magnificenty to the outside world, yet hurting so badly inside. Yes T does know, but my instinct is to always play down how I feel...so I even find myself sometimes telling her that I've been fine, when inside I'm incredulous at the words coming out of my mouth ...I've felt anything but fine. Putting on a brave front is so exausting sometimes, but I'm too scared to stop juggling in case I can't pick up the balls again. I hope this might just resonate with someone....
starfish