THERAPY PART 2
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Written by keller 19. Apr 2008 03:53 PM
Thanks for all your responses, nonr of you get it, and I cant explain it any better, thats why i went to the poes.
I have no doubt my therapist is the best thing tohave ever happened to me, it is not the person its the process that is elaving me wrung out.
Gyps is right I am not able to release my emotions wiht anyone, its always hard work adn sometimes I choose to and sometimes I dont choose to
My pain is deep. I dont suffer from social disadvantage and I dont suffer from a lack of social connections, I am happily married with two great kids.
I suffer from my own inabilitiy to express my emotions, I clsoe down shut shop and shut up. I was taught to do this, this is the reality of it. I try to change I really do and yet sometimes i doubt that need to change and i wonder if i can just shrink and slip away...but no. Others are holding me up keeping me bouyant, my therapist my husband my friends.
I feel like I am a dead weight, and I am not even all that depressed this moment I am cruising OK.
Dont worry fellow depnet users if I needed to change Drs or therapists I would have by now.
For some one who has had ten surgeries in the last 3 years I know well what it is to choose a Dr. Also I have seen two previous thereapists who really got no where, I am OK wiht this one, more than OK
Maybe the title put people off in commenting. The poem actually meant a process of therapy, alone, wiht others with your self the process of being theraputic.
Hey GYPS in regards to survivor, yes we have had a couple of breif chats, whilst we share vision loss as an issue we didnt go further, if i catch her again of course I will work towards getting to know her.
Thankyou all for your concern and comments, I appreciate it all, I just think there was some sort of miscomunication with the poem and I hope you sort of get it now.
Get it as much as i do or dont anyway
Liz