Boy, if you want to get your shrink to start writing a lot of stuff in her notebook, start talking about how much you like Bosch and The Garden of Earthly Delights
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That's a big revelation. Many people waste their lives trying to regain some idealized high-point. They fail to realize that they should build anew rather than trying to shore up the crumbling past. Congrats!
I'd say I don't know why people think that they can erase part of their past, make it no longer a part of them, but unfortunately I understand all too well from my own attempts to forget through drink. I was lucky I had people that cared about me and were willing to knock some sense into me quickly. I'm also lucky I didn't fuck my life up in the meantime and that I was a quick learner of that lesson. It's one of those lessons that's a pain to learn, and is easy to forget from time to time, but very important.
I think for me it was more a fear that the future could only get worse, and that I'd never feel as good as I used to, unless I could get back to where I was when I felt good.
It took me a while and the help of medical professionals, sexy women and good friends to realize that if it had really been that good back in the first place I wouldn't have had a breakdown at all, so the logical thing is to move forward.
It does help, however, that I'm now in a stable living environment and can afford to see a shrink.
Four years ago when I was living in a tiny hovel apartment and could often not afford to keep the lights turned on it was much harder to see a bright future. Also the meds my doctor had me on at that time really weren't working for me, but I was in too weird a mental space to realize that.
A big part of me getting better over the past seven months has been finally finding medication that works for me, while combining that with a shrink who knows her shit.
This is the problem that happens when your parents are best friends with your ex wife's parents.
When your wife leaves you and your family gets most of their information from your ex wife and then only see you once you've gone crazy, you don't get a shitload of support.
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It's my shrink who deserves the pat on the back though.
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Thanks!
I just hope to at some point graduate from going to see her two or three times a week to once a week. I'll feel like I've gotten a gold star.
Though, it has been a couple months since I've needed a third session, so at least holding strong at two sessions a week is some progress!
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It took me a while and the help of medical professionals, sexy women and good friends to realize that if it had really been that good back in the first place I wouldn't have had a breakdown at all, so the logical thing is to move forward.
It does help, however, that I'm now in a stable living environment and can afford to see a shrink.
Four years ago when I was living in a tiny hovel apartment and could often not afford to keep the lights turned on it was much harder to see a bright future. Also the meds my doctor had me on at that time really weren't working for me, but I was in too weird a mental space to realize that.
A big part of me getting better over the past seven months has been finally finding medication that works for me, while combining that with a shrink who knows her shit.
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As bad as things have been sometimes, I've never had to go through anything like that alone, and I don't know if I could.
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This is the problem that happens when your parents are best friends with your ex wife's parents.
When your wife leaves you and your family gets most of their information from your ex wife and then only see you once you've gone crazy, you don't get a shitload of support.
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your words really helped. i think that i need to get a good therapist.
see you soon...
fabulous cousin.
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Mine is helping me much more than I expected.
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