It is not about her it is about me
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Written by keller 21. Jul 2008 02:08 PM
My mind is confused and distorted as I wrestle with my feelings. One of the group facilitators in DBT rang me this morning to see how it was going. It is not going good I told her.
It is interesting that all of a sudden all of my emotions are supposed to be about my sister, yes it is terrible, awful, confronting etc and I am indeed sad she is so unwell. But. And this is the but, call me a bitch or heartless or whatever, my current mood and thoughts started well before that incident and now they are heightened not out of fear for her death (although that exists) but more for the fact that she is fighting to live and I am not.
It is not about her it is about me.
I did not tell the DBT facilitator that. I could not find the words and I am so guilty that this is the way I am thinking/feeling.
I know I have given up on using the DBT skills in recent weeks. Sure I fill out the cards and go to the groups but I am not all that connected to the process just now. Yes I am depressed and this means I am devoid of much at all. And what I feel well, I just don’t understand.
The DBT facilitator tells me to share, ease the load, I am not doing this, this it is all on me and this is why its heavy I won’t let anyone share. Am I judgmental about my feelings and thoughts? Dam right I am. Because I am now not sure if I want to change at all. I am doing the therapy, doing the DBT, practicing mindfulness and jack has changed. Nothing has changed except awareness and my psych would say this is great you are growing your awareness. Awareness is the first indicator to change.
So am I on the path to wellness, to acceptance or am I just running around the edges again, not sure if to stay or go?
Either I embrace the therapy and group work and go along with what they say ins spite of how it makes me feel, trust in their judgments or do I just stop. Both are terrifying, to do nothing and exist in this thinking pattern is hard and painful. To let go and believe and trust…so hard as well