@Historylover wrote:Work on you @saltandpepper. Build something, read something, learn something, make small achievements, go for a walk, rest - whatever it takes, at that time, to put another renovated piece of you back in place in the person you want to become. What do you want from your life? Work towards that.
That's all I can say. Work on it and stay well.
P.S. Therapists can only do so much for us - we have to do the rest for ourselves.
Well, I am glad you're feeling better now @Historylover That is good. And thanks for leaving some advice here for me.
Yeah look, I don't want to be annoying here, but I just can't do any of those things right now. I know I should, absolutely. But snapping myself out of this one is just not happening. To be honest, I have forced myself to get out for walks, and I've been eating healthier--doing those little things to help manage. But I'm so fu*king depressed at the moment, it's not helping. Even tried going for a run for the first time in years and my head still just is cycling through so much sh*t. Just isn't easing up this time. Been doing the little things trying to help push through another day and I still feel just as fu*ked up in my head. It feels hopeless. I'm tired of fighting.
And yeah; there's only so much a therapist can do, i get it. It feels isolating to hear it, that I'm the only one that can get myself out of this. I don't feel capable of it this time. And when I try to say that to my therapist his response just made me feel like... Hopeless. I feel very alone with this, and knowing that it's up to me where I go from here it just makes it worse in my head. Two choices, live or die, fight or give up, and when I'm struggling so badly to be told the choice is mine it feels like... Being given permission to give up. I feel like what I need right now is help to get to the point of being capable of helping myself again. I tried walking, a lot, and running, eating better, showering, I did the little things and I'm sure that usually I'd be on the other side by now. But I still feel stuck. I'm still aching in my chest, I still want to lie in bed, I still want to punch myself in the head to try and quieten all the noise in there. I don't feel capable of helping myself anymore.