Monday, January 11, 2010

I just want to feel safe, dear therapist. It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt safe.

I had a bit of a mental meltdown last night.  (That's a big shocker, Grace!)

The therapist had not emailed me by 10pm, and it had already been a really emotionally charged weekend. By 10:01~ the 5 year old was crying from fear and feelings of abandonment, and PAG was hoping the therapist would forget again so she would have a reason to be pissed off at the therapist. Okay, that isn’t a fair statement~ PAG gets pissed off at the therapist all the time for reasons she makes up in her crazybrain. Maybe it would be more accurate to say PAG wanted a reason to that she could throw in the 5 year old’s face to PROVE to the 5 year old that the therapist doesn’t care about her. Anyway, it didn’t happen for her because the therapist emailed a few minutes later. It didn’t matter though. Crazybrain was already at defcon 4 and inches away from self inflicted pain. So Grace called the therapist for help, but PAG wouldn’t let the therapist help, she just wanted to fight with the therapist….the therapist was not in the mood for a fight (she never is) so she told Grace that if she wanted help she had to listen and stop fighting the therapist! Eventually Grace listened because there are no cuts or bruises today.

Thanks to the therapist’s help and patience, we stayed safe from self-jury, but were still unable to find a sense of safety, it was a constant battle to stay present and not dissociate but it was a losing battle for most of the night. In the moments I was in my body, I felt like there was a bolt of lightning constantly circulating through my body. I could not relax, I could not concentrate, I couldn’t even order coffee at Starbucks! Calling in sick was not an option because it was a day packed with deadlines and yet I could not even find a folder that was right in front of my face. I thought I should make a list of things that I had to get done but I couldn’t even figure out how to get that done! Extremely frustrating to find myself in a position where I cannot concentrate at work. Typically, work is a place I can escape the craziness in my head but it wasn’t working! Nothing felt safe and yet a small rational voice knew there was no logical reason for the fear and anxiety which increased the frustration, leading to more anxiety…and suddenly Grace is on her own personal Crazy~Brain~Carousel, complete with the circus music!

I met with the therapist at 10am this morning but I still couldn’t explain what was happening with the lightning inside my body or the fear inside my head. I couldn’t speak or look at her for the longest time. Eventually she asked me what I wanted to get from the session today and I said I didn’t know. But I did know. I just wanted to feel safe…even if only for a few minutes. I just wanted to feel safe. And the therapist made me feel safe today. Today, even just sitting there, in her office, my body full of electricity and 10 different voices inside my head, the therapist made me feel safe….just because she was there. Just because she’s the therapist....

She listened, she sat with me, she tried to help me stay grounded today...but most importantly, she made me feel safe.  She was still there...still trying to listen and understand *all* of Grace...because she is kind and patient.  Because she is the therapist.

5 comments:

  1. There are some good things here Grace. I'm so so glad you got that feeling of safety from your therapist.

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  2. I sure can relate, Grace... feeling safe has always been on of my biggest problems. Trusting someone else is so hard. It's good that you have someone to feel safe with. I hope you find more people and places and experiences that bring you that same sense of safety.

    Thanks for the email, by the way. I've been dealing with some stuff of my own, slipping in and out some, again. It sucks, but what can ya do?

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  3. Harriet,
    thanks - now i'm home alone, and reviewing in my mind the things the therapist and I talked about - and I'm starting to get that crazy feeling again....I hate his stupid rollar coaster!

    Shen, Yah, it's SSOOOO hard! I'm sorry to hear that you're struggling now. What can you do...hum...take it one minute at a time, right? Reach out for help? That's hard...I know.
    Take gentle care....

    Gracie

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  4. I'm home alone and going over my therapy session today too, and crazybrain is invading here as well. Maybe because I'm watching The Wrestler again.

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  5. You are taking such small steps. It is maddening, I know, I do the same sometimes. Today was not a good day for me at work, either. I think I messed up more than I accomplished. Oh, well. Hope you have a good night.

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