The therapist said some interesting things about honesty and resistance. Resistance I'd not dishonesty. Without resistance we'd be too raw, too damaged. It's protective.
I feel like I let down my resistance pretty far today. I do feel raw, like a nerve.
But it's better to feel this way than to feel nothing at all. To live like a zombie like I sometimes do.
But I am also tired. It's exhausting to go through this. Maybe the heat, the lack of drugs and food is catching up with me. And a little too much sleep.
I took some chances, expressing my frustrations at therapy--that it seems too much like addressing the symptoms and not enough like addressing the core.
And even sharing with him the pain that I feel and my understandings of it.
But mostly, I feel the withdrawl from medication.
It sucks.
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