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I refuse to become what you call normal

Therapy

I'm starting therapy again this week. I've been in and out of of it for years because it never really seems to work. I'm very self-destructive and tend to sabotage attempts to make myself better. At least this time I told the therapist that before we even get started.


It's online. The first meeting is supposed to be a video call, but I don't think I'll turn the camera on. It's a therapist. I hope he'll understand.


I'm not really sure what I expect to get out of this. I meditate. I do the whole gratitude journal thing. I find joy in small things -- I bought Peets light roast coffee, and it smells like coffee my grandmother would make in a percolator. Very comforting. Very familiar. Very happy. Dopamine hit.


The problem is the hits are so small and don't last long and when there's nothing there is literally nothing. I have no motivation to do anything. I can't focus on anything long enough to really get into it. I get no joy from things I used to love, and I can't pay attention to anything new long enough to even find out if I like it. I have so many books I want to read and so many movies and TV shows I want to watch and most of the time I am sat on the sofa, scrolling my phone without reading or even seeing what goes by. There's usually a true crime show on in the background, unwatched, murmuring horrific acts. A lot of ultra-religious people are murderers. Or maybe it's the same 10 episodes looping over and over and I don't notice. I play a lot of freecell solitaire instead of paying attention.


 "I play a lot of freecell solitaire instead of paying attention" is a pretty big theme in my life.


I can get through a workday with enough coffee and a nicotine patch. Short term focus from an unsustainable practice.


I know he's going to ask about my social support. My friends. My family. Therapists never react well when I tell them it's just me. My emergency contact is a number no longer in service.


There has been one person in my life, and they're gone and never coming back. I'm not interested in replacing them. Therapists hate that. I don't care about people or company. I want my brain back.




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