This morning I had a session with my regular therapist. Driving to see him I was feeling emotional and sad. I was thinking about my co-worker who is a friend as well. I was thinking that she talks to me like i am a kid, a stupid kid. Maybe it's because i have a mental illness that she treats and talks to me in a different way. that's how i feel anyway, maybe i am wrong. maybe it's my thinking. it's always my stupid thinking.
i feel that she doesn't understand what it's like to have have a high anxiety level, espeically at the moment with my son leaving tomorrow for a holiday. I am sure if it was her son going on his own she would worry. i just feel and think that she probably thinks i exaggerate things.
so i was crying as i was driving to my therapist. i bought him a coffee and we sat there and talked about my son leaving. he asked why am i so anxious, what is it that i am anxious about. i told him he is going overseas for the first time and on his own. what if something happens, what if he gets into trouble etc etc??; i also told him that it's about me because it means my youngest child is growing up and my other two are a few years older and it means that i am getting older and that one day it will be just me and hubby. by this stage i knew i was working myself up and i told him - ok i know i am catastrophising everything, black and white thinking. I said i know he will be fine, he will call us or facebook us. i know he is a sensible person and i know he wouldn't do anything silly. i said to him 'it still makes me worry'. my therapist said - look he will be fine. and before you know it he will be back.
we then talked about my art therapy session i had at the hospital. i showed him my artwork (which is think is nothing really) but my therapist liked it. We talked about why i did that drawing, why i used those particular colours and if i enjoyed it. i told him about my melt down and crying about how my head was judging me and my drawing. i said to him tht i thought it was okay and i will go again.
and this is where he is trying to help me see when i do these kind of BPD behaviours. he agreed with a hospital admission but then i told him that now i am doubting whether i should go or not. reason being is the loss of money - but we looked at that and he said if my meds change while i am in hospital missing 4 days of pay in the short term will benefit me in the long term with my mental health and therefore having less time off work.
when i looked at it like that i can understand it better. i guess i was just looking for someone else to help me justify the reason for going in again.
sometimes i feel like giving up altogether; because i think why do i bother, i try so hard and i don't see any results. but my therapist has said that he can see results; that he can see changes even if they are little changes, i am changing.
i can't see it at all. all i can see is the negative.
I am sorry:
I am sorry to everyone for not asking about others on here at times. I get so caught up with my own little world that i honestly forget to ask how others are. i am so sorry that i don't ask about you all at times. it's not that you are not in my mind because you all are; it's just, i guess my stupid horrible world i live in in my mind.
I know it's not all about me and at times i feel so selfish; but i am not a selfish person, i am truly a person who cares about others; it just doesn't show at times. i have been told at times by my therapist that i am a self centred person but i don't see it as that. but if others on here do see me as that, then i am really sorry. i never meant to.
yesterday was my youngest sister's birthday but i haven't seen her for the past 6 years as she has sided with my mum. oh well another sibling on my mum's side. i don't care anymore,
gee that's a lie - i do care that's the trouble,. i better stop because the tears come and i can't stop.
back on here later, sorry