One day I wander into therapy and blurt out my embarrassing, intimate wish.
Even when therapeutic relationship is good, my sense that my therapist is getting tired of me is painfully close to the surface.
Often when I am depressed, a part of my brain is consumed by thoughts I don’t actively choose. They are not voices, per se; they don’t sound like someone else is talking to me. But in a way, they are like voices, repeatedly telling me things like, “I’m so bad. I’m a terrible person. I’m…
After suffering from depression for well over 20 years, I’m taking it seriously in a way I never did before. It used to be I’d take an anti-depressant and go to therapy once every two weeks, not feel that great but manage to take care of my life so, okay, good enough. Not anymore. Considering…
I’m doing better than I was, but I feel I should be seeing more evidence of it. Instead, I’m still depleted and get almost nothing done.
There is a lot to learn from the experience of being triggered in a therapy session.
This is not a calm, wise post demonstrating how I’m learning to integrate everything I’m learning from therapy into my life. This is a post to demonstrate that you can be making a lot of progress in managing your depression and PTSD but still get pushed off balance. If you want calm wisdom, please back up to the previous post.