It is difficult to explain because I haven't quit functioning. Well, I have secluded myself to a great extent, but I still go to work, and I make plans about once a week, and I am still eating. I guess I'm okay. But my head hurts, and I'm having trouble sleeping, and I feel so vulnerable.
I miss you, and that feels foolish because I don't even know you. I feel frozen, which makes no sense because I am still going through the motions of my every day life.
I want somebody to save me. I want YOU to save me. I know that doesn't make sense in the context of therapy; you are only around to help me ultimately help myself. I just...I feel so safe with you. Even though you don't always know what you are doing. Don't lie! I am sure you don't always know what you are doing and that you are imperfect. I get scared sometimes that you are actually a really bad therapist, but how could someone so bad make me feel so good? Okay, clearly that's not a wise way for me to go about things...
I trust that you have my best interests at heart. That is big for me.
I wish I could see you again, too. I get energized from seeing you. I feel stronger. I face the challenges of every day life with more confidence.
Maybe I rely on you too much, but I feel like my mind and heart are opening up thanks to you. It is hard to open up after all of these years, and it is disconcerting, and maybe I just need more time. Maybe, in time, I will grow to a point that I can reach out to others with little anxiety and I will build support networks and set boundaries and know myself and everything will be good.
But I'm scared. I am just so scared.
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Hi everybody, I'm new to these forums. Sorry my post is so long, I hope someone will respond. I'm going through a rough patch right now, obviously, and I am admittedly a little bit embarrassed about it. I like to think I have my head on straight most of the time, but when I stop seeing my therapist, I realize that I just REALLY struggle at handling things on my own. I really don't even think she's that good of a therapist (I could give you ample reasons why), but I just trust that her heart is in the right place, and I think maybe that's what makes everything so wonderful and so painful at the same time. Maybe you can relate. I don't know any of the right terms for it all.... jeez, what is going on?!