well. i don't. it is all a farce. i am blanking miserable. i see all this information. i obsessively try to learn what i can to try to get myself 'fixed'. and i pretend some of it is working. but, it is baloney.
i read a book, Psychoanalytic Diagnosis: Understanding Personality Structure in the Clinical Process by Nancy McWilliams PhD, and really, jill. this is written for masters level psychoanalytical students. i am trying to diagnose myself, and so far, i am schizo-affective disorder, obsessive, depressive/manic structure of personality, masochistic....not to mention hypocondriatic.
what am i thinking i am doing. this obsession to fix me is so ridiculous. i am miserable. i always will be. my shit is too entrenched to ever ease up. my mom never loved me, never held me, and all this began as an infant. it is broken. i was depressed and raged in kindergarten. i have been pretending to be well adjusted since i was nine. i don't know who i am. i try to fool y'all that i am ok, i am not. i am a fake, i don't know who i am. or really, care.
i am crazed, and mad. i want to paint. i hate people, my marriage is a farce, my husband doesn't know me. my kids are the reason i live, not that i would kill myself, but, they are the reason i try to maintain a sense of normalcy, but it is a charade, and i am a pretender.
i want to explode! i am so sick of therapy. dr. pa is just pretending to like me, he does that carl rogers acceptance crap, and i hate it. i don't want to be accepted. i want criticized, it is what i am used to. and the only way i know where i am, and where i need to go.
all these books and articles AREN'T helping, pals. it just adds to the confusion in my mind.
i am broken, i don't like anyone. i am a farce. i am not happy, i never have been. the smile on my face hurts. it is not real.
i don't know how to get mad. i want to be angry at dr. pa, and i don't know how. i hate that he won't give me a diagnosis. maybe i am not borderline. all this other stuff sure made sense, but, after countless hours reading it. am i better for having learned more?? no!!
this obsession to learn more about my condition is not helping it. i need to quit looking in, and "deny", my stand-by defense. primitive, i hear. who gives a flip. it works. i am going to deny my reality and raise my kids and tolerate the charade of a marriage where he doesn't even know me, and paint and TRY, oh, TRY to quit learning about 'my condition' and trying to self-cure it, and the therapy is just hopeless.
i will go to pa.
i will paint.
no one needs to answer this. but, i, for me, just feel all this researching all this crap is just an obsessive hamster wheel. and is getting me nowhere.
i'm ok.
but, i think i, too, need to fade out of here. it just fuels my obsession. not that i will, i never know what i am going to do, but i have to say, and pardon my for being frank, but, all this 'understanding' of my crap is not getting me anywhere.
i hope i don't pull anyone down with me, but, that is the truth. i am a farce. my sunny side talk is just reaction formations that frame my life. it is bull.
i want to be authentic, and THIS, is the truth.