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- Aug 18, 2020
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Yesterday was a very emotionally stressful day for me. I cried a lot. I missed this forum a lot as a coping mechanism. It is emotionally relieving to write my emotions down.
I had an appoinment with my therapist. He has seen through my charade. First I was not sure how. First I was even paranoid he might be a member of this forum. But this is a ridiculous and very paranoid thought. The answer is something else. I had to rate my emotions and feelings for him. In the first one I have lied. I wrote I would feel better than in reality. I thought his supervisor would like to see that. And I wanted to compliment him. Honestly we have not reached that much. But he tried as good as possible: It is not his fault that there is no happy end in my life. The second assessment was way longer and it was very difficult to lie so I wrote the truth.
I had the feeling he wanted to know whether I blame him for my mental hell. I just made one remark that I think OCD would be a fitting diagnosis in my opinion. He disagrees on that. But afterall I am not blaming him at all. My parents and my bullies are responsible for this mess. I like him. But I have stopped telling him the truth how I am feeling a long time ago. We often had the discussion that my perception on things was just too negative. His framing my life was a self-fulfilling prophecy made me really mad. ( I won't elaborate on that now.)
His gaze was extremely shocked. He was very very sad but we have not talked about this assessment for now. I rated my anxiety as very high. He looked so shocked at me that I suspect he even knows that I want to kill myself afterall. He was so sad.
And this made me really sad and angry. I started an argument with my mom yesterday because of it. I meet many professionals who really like me. They show empathy and compassion due to my horrible childhood. But it is just a fact that I am probably a hopeless case. I probably gonna kill myself. And former therapists came to the same conclusion. I meet so many people who will be sad when I am dead. My story is so sad. Usual assholes won't care. But it is so unfair the good people who show compassion will suffer the most when I ctb. I also feel bad that I will hurt my friends a lot.
I cried a lot yesterday because I thought life is unfair. Everywhere I go I make people sad. Soon our therapy sessions will be over. I try to emphasize some points how hope might remain. I try to gloss over my struggle. Not sure whether he will see through it. I just don't know what a better option would be. He tried his best but my case/brain is the problem. He is not the one to be blamed.
I had an appoinment with my therapist. He has seen through my charade. First I was not sure how. First I was even paranoid he might be a member of this forum. But this is a ridiculous and very paranoid thought. The answer is something else. I had to rate my emotions and feelings for him. In the first one I have lied. I wrote I would feel better than in reality. I thought his supervisor would like to see that. And I wanted to compliment him. Honestly we have not reached that much. But he tried as good as possible: It is not his fault that there is no happy end in my life. The second assessment was way longer and it was very difficult to lie so I wrote the truth.
I had the feeling he wanted to know whether I blame him for my mental hell. I just made one remark that I think OCD would be a fitting diagnosis in my opinion. He disagrees on that. But afterall I am not blaming him at all. My parents and my bullies are responsible for this mess. I like him. But I have stopped telling him the truth how I am feeling a long time ago. We often had the discussion that my perception on things was just too negative. His framing my life was a self-fulfilling prophecy made me really mad. ( I won't elaborate on that now.)
His gaze was extremely shocked. He was very very sad but we have not talked about this assessment for now. I rated my anxiety as very high. He looked so shocked at me that I suspect he even knows that I want to kill myself afterall. He was so sad.
And this made me really sad and angry. I started an argument with my mom yesterday because of it. I meet many professionals who really like me. They show empathy and compassion due to my horrible childhood. But it is just a fact that I am probably a hopeless case. I probably gonna kill myself. And former therapists came to the same conclusion. I meet so many people who will be sad when I am dead. My story is so sad. Usual assholes won't care. But it is so unfair the good people who show compassion will suffer the most when I ctb. I also feel bad that I will hurt my friends a lot.
I cried a lot yesterday because I thought life is unfair. Everywhere I go I make people sad. Soon our therapy sessions will be over. I try to emphasize some points how hope might remain. I try to gloss over my struggle. Not sure whether he will see through it. I just don't know what a better option would be. He tried his best but my case/brain is the problem. He is not the one to be blamed.
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