by in_media_res » March 23rd, 2012, 12:52 am
I'm not sure where to turn.
I've had long term issues with depression and self-esteem, since I was a child. I started drinking as a teenager, did so for decades, but have not had alcohol in close to two years. I've been on various courses of antidepressants over 20+ years. At best, they seem to provide some short term relief. But eventually, they always stop helping because while they might help my mood, they don't change how I approach the world or how I think.
A couple of years ago, I started meeting with a therapist to try and address the underlying issues that are driving my emotions. It's helped, in that I've shared a lot of experiences that I'd always kept to myself - which was cathartic - and I've come to understand the mechanisms that are at work in my mind. But for the last six+ months I've been struggling with actually changing how I engage with people - and I keep ending up angry, frustrated, and anxious. I don't understand why I can't, or won't, let these things go.
Yesterday, I met with my therapist. She told me she's terminating therapy. We'll have at least one more session (in three weeks) to talk about where I go next, but she feels she can't help me.
Intellectually, I know that she's probably right. Can't keep doing the same thing and expect different results, and all of that...
But emotionally, I'm a basket case. I'm afraid of what will happen. I'm not sure how I'll go on - for the last few months, even though progress has been slow, I've been able to use my time with her to at least share what I'm feeling and get feedback on how I'm approaching things. Without her, I've got no place and no one where I can work through my fears and frustrations. I feel abandoned. Most of all, I feel like a failure. Like so many other things in my life - self, work, relationships - I can't quite seem to make it to the final goal. I never really close the deal. I'm always living some fraction of my potential.
I feel like I just can't stand it anymore, and that this is just another sign that maybe I don't want to change, or can't. Or that this really is the best I can do. I'm so tired of fighting and struggling.
I was only able to sleep about three hours last night. I've been up since 1:30 am staring at the ceiling. I keep thinking about something Paul said on the podcast recently - about how it's never enough, you don't have enough, you don't do enough, and that really you just don't matter. Feels like the story of my life. And with this, I'm back in it all again. My work wasn't enough. I apparently didn't do enough. I haven't been able to change enough. And I wonder whether any of it matters. Or if I'm just wasting everybody's time.
I'm not sure what question, if any, I'm asking. Maybe whether there is any hope of change when habits, and beliefs, and thoughts are so deeply entrenched.
May you find rest in a peaceful heart.