The last three sessions I've had with my T, she has brought up the word Trauma. Trauma. As in I've been traumatized. I had a T bring that up several years ago, and I denied it completely. Then, more recently, the T I saw for a whole 2 months, also brought up that I have been traumatized. I didn't see that T again. This time, though, not only am I hearing it, but I'm understanding it and I am completely terrified. I have obviously suppressed so much crap from growing, but ugh. It is starting to bubble up to the surface and little bits are slipping out and I'm scared.
I have found myself spending my evenings staring at the picture of my T, and (embarrassment alert) sucking my thumb like I did when I was a child. So not cool as an adult. Ironically, I stopped sucking my thumb when I was 10 or 11. Which it seems, is when my life fell apart. And is where I am stuck developmentally.
I am stressed and confused and worried and anxious and seriously scared that this weekend is going to be a struggle. I have to make it through until Monday night, which is the next time I see my T. I feel right now, like I need a session every single day, but that is not possible with my work schedule and her schedule. Like right now, I was supposed to be at work 10 minutes ago, but I'm still on my couch half in my jammies and half dressed. I'm fine once I get to work, as the kids distract me from me, but once I get home? It's like I'm sitting in a torture chamber.
To top it all off, I'm starting my 4th different med since Thanksgiving tonight. Meaning I haven't had a break from my brain in months. Stressing me out even more. And we're coming up on a break from school, meaning I will have a week off of work in two weeks. Meaning I'll have no scheduled routine, which is what I so thrive on, for a full week. Definitely going to try and get daily sessions with my T that week, but that's only 45 minutes out of the looonnnngggg day.
I feel like I am living a double life right now - the "me" at work is functioning and doing pretty well. The "me" at home is falling into a darkness that seems to be more comfortable than the light.
I know that right now my project is me - taking the time to heal and work and all that stuff. But it is so hard not having anything to distract me from me, which is probably why this work is so hard? I don't know. I have to go to work. Sorry if this is so all over the place.