Rough day @Jynx
last night was difficult. Unhelpful coping behaviours. Then nightmares again. It’s exhausting. Not sleeping well constantly.
psychologist appointment this morning. Lots of checking in with her about how the last fortnight has gone, trying to be honest with her about a lot of bad things that I have done. Fessed up with her about the infection I have- crapping myself about my gp appointment tomorrow in regards to that. And then I was having a lot of intense body sensations and flashbacks in session and then dissociating. It’s the first time that’s happened with my new psych.
I walk out of that appointment and into my pdoc appointment. She gave me some effervescent vit and min tablets last time I seen her just before Christmas- one a day. I didn’t touch them. I need to. Told her I would- an empty promise. We talked about my SI. How it’s increased the last couple of days. Not wanting to be here. Not wanting to face the coming weeks. More empty promises made about that.
she is letting me stay on the nightmare meds until the end of the month. Then I have to wean off them. She is letting me have prn meds for the day, again until the end of the month. Everything is until the end of the month. Until I get through the trauma. No one remembers what happened as a result of the assault. That’s still to come. And then that lose. They aren’t acknowledging that that is still to come. they want to pull back on supports at the end of the month. Weekly med supplies. Do I trust myself- no. But they seem to trust me.
tomorrow I see my CM for the last time. She leaves on Friday for maternity leave. They do not have a replacement for her yet. I don’t know who my new CM is going to be. At a super difficult time of the year. A time where I need that bit of extra support… I’m expecting to just speak to whoever is the liaison officer is. I’m not ok with this.
then I went to my wellness journalling group. The topic today was writing a love letter to yourself. I couldn’t do it. I just journaled about how much I hate myself. How much I punish and try to destroy myself. I poured so much out onto the paper and then I felt like crap for the rest of the afternoon.
and I still do.