I'm feeling so disappointed in myself today, as I didn't make it to my DBT class. I had an awful nights sleep, maybe a few half and hour blocks, due to headaches from the bump on my head and also a because my sister & I had a 'text fight'. I don't know why I expect anything from her, cause she's regularly said she can't help me & only wants to hear from me when I'm 'well' &
not threatening to give up on life and hurt myself etc. Maybe I just wish for someone to understand how much I'm struggling, but she's not interested. I rang Mum earlier and we go into it too, because she seems to think that this DBT course and new psychologist is going to 'fix me', with hard work. I tried to explain how just the simple things in life a hard enough - showering everyday, going to the supermarket & chemist without freaking out, stop crying every day.
I don't believe I'm strong enough for this recovery journey. I don't believe I can get better. It's been too long, I've been on my own too long.
My psychologist has me filling a mood diary in daily. It's frightening reviewing it, because every crucial emotion - sadness, shame, loneliness, fear, SI, crying are at the high end of the scale - everyday! Joy is an emotion I haven't been able give a Yes rating to once yet. I don't know how to smile anymore, I fear that I won't smile again. I'll be on my own forever - with no friends, no on one to love me. The only reason I haven't acted on my constant SI thoughts, is to be here for my Mum, but we are barking at each other constantly and she is so obviously frustrated with me. I let her down all the time because I'm sick and she's getting so tired of it. The guilt I feel when I let her down is so damaging.
My thoughts are negatively wired, they aren't going to change.
I'm ok, just another day in uncontrollable tears.
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