I have something really difficult that I need to work through. I guess I keep trying to work it through on here, sorry about that. I find it ssssooooo embarrassing that when things get really, really low for me I end up with some kind of addiction to posting here. Completely illogical not to bring the reasons I am in therapy to my T, I get that, but there I kind of am. My trust has been building for him, lately, so we'll see, I may overcome this. I am trying now, to figure out this problem really honestly, because I simply am too embarrassed currently by this posting to bring it to my T. I just, simply, can't. I think I would die if he ever knew about, that I spend so much time on here. So I thought I'd ask the question here...had anyone else ever struggled with "Psychcafe addiction" and the other questions I am wondering is, if you did/do, then:
What were the underlying reasons for this addiction? (In all sincerity I see posting here as a really positive thing...but I have truly become very unbalanced about it, and that is what I am talking about.)
In my case it is because enough is never "enough" for me...something to do with this, desperate all consuming need for contact, love, support and understanding, to feel included and part of something, less lonely, and more normal-...and that need is sooo vast that I can never fill it with T or anything else- and enough is truly, never enough. What can I do about this, I know already about the ideas of self-care, self-love connecting with my faith, and so on, but I feel sincerely stuck, just completely, stuck. I feel guilty because I guess I just keep asking this question over and over again on this forum, I am sorry about that. I think maybe there is NOT really an answer, except for me to pick myself impossibly up and struggle painfully through every day, doing what I am supposed to do whether I'm motivated, care, or am able to- or not. I think that is probably the answer to my own question. But I am open (clearly) to other suggestions or just, input.
I also have noticed a need...or something, recently to prove to myself that I am as bad lazy, incompetent and loser-ish as I know I am, or that I "really can't do anything right" or something weird like that....and to prove to myself that my life really doesn't matter, as much as I think it doesn't. Then the suicidal ideation starts. Not that I would do anything...truly, I wouldn't- that really is not an option, but it's almost like, kind of a relief to just let that thought pop in there and linger a little bit... I think I need some help with that from my T it seems really complicated. I know the answer is to talk about all of this to him, but I don't even believe it myself, or something like that, making it hard to open up about.
There is also the fact that I used to think everything wrong in my life was just me, looking for attention- and somehow that belief gave me some (negative) "power" or energy to get some things done or whatever, care a little bit, or something like that. Now that belief has been somewhat disintegrated by my T, and my SD- I have permission, so to speak, to feel exactly how I feel- and I am left just feeling truly, very, very bad about myself- without the "somewhat relief" of thinking that I feel bad about myself "just to look for attention." I always thought that having permission to feel what I feel, would mean that I get to feel angry, I get to feel sad, I get to feel ahppy, a gamut of emotions. Not that having permission to feel, would mean that I now get to feel my real feelings of feeling like a worthless piece of garbage. I have to believe that, as AG once said, there is a far side to despair. It's just a hope, a little flicker.
I am trying to find my way off of the computer and back into real life, but what is waiting for me there feels truly insurrmountable and impossibly overwhelming and difficult. What is weird, is that I do not even have a bad life. The basics are in place. I have a decent spouse, good home, sweet kids, realtime successful (!) friends (that I *shove* away by ignoring them completely, since I dread contact with them,) and amenities. We are financially not in good circumstances- but that is not a huge problem, to my way of thinking.
So, what *really is* my problem? Why do I clearly *want* to "be bad." ???
signed,
a very confused and rather heartbroken BB