And so tonight I am missing him so much and the huge walls of grief are so overwhelming and are crashing over me and I am forced to hide from my family. I'm a mess. The pain is horrible and I despair of ever getting past this horror that happened to me and I still don't really know why it happened. Yeah I know he said I needed a "trauma T" but he has said that for over a year and why one day did he feel that I HAD to go. He needed me gone from his life... banished like a criminal?
Banishment is worse than death. He would have been more merciful if he had truly just killed me. The pain would have been brief and then finished. I am condemned now to try to live with this banishment when I just feel like I'd rather be dead. I have lost myself and I don't know who I am any more. I don't function well in any role.... I am screwing up at work, I'm a horrible friend who ignores my friends IRL, I am barely here as a mother, I don't play anymore with my son... it's too painful, I quit school because I cannot concentrate on anything... what is left? There is nothing left of me... I have disintegrated into a nothing who walks around eats and sleeps (barely) and takes up space. This is what is left of me after 3 years of intense therapy. This is what is left of me after allowing myself to trust, to allow someone to get close to me... to MATTER to me. I kept telling my T that I didn't want him to MATTER to me because I knew this would happen. He said he would not leave me, he would not lie to me, that he would always be there for me and we could work out any problems that would arise. He promised me and he has banished me...
Where do I go with this pain? Who can help me? I almost emailed newT and told him about this but why? What can he do to help me and take away the pain? There is nothing anyone can do for me. I am overwhelmed with hopelessness and the pain just does NOT get any better. I miss my T so much and I just want to talk to him...why is that so horrible.
It makes me feel even worse that I want and need to talk to him so badly. There is a pile of things sitting here next to me that I had wanted to share with him that I can now never share...books, poetry, pictures, ideas, my plans and hopes...
What do I do? At least if someone dies on you there is a grave to visit... to bring flowers... to go sit near and talk to the person. When someone dies you have a funeral and people bring you food and plants and understand why you are such a mess. You have others to grieve with and to help you and you have the ritual of the funeral to help comfort you and all the good memories are not forbidden to you ... they don't bring you anxiety attacks and fear and the knowledge that you were left on purpose.. you were singled out to be banished.
I'm sorry for venting here... I just don't have any where else to go with this. I am so profoundly alone ....
TN