sancta-simplicitas
Arcanist
- Dec 14, 2023
- 457
Came down with agoraphobia last year after having been traumatized by my trauma therapist. Got so bad that I couldn't leave my apartment at all. This spring I put myself through exposure therapy and during the course of two months I managed to overcome it on all areas except for public transport. My mental health declined a lot so I had to take a break for while.
Today I started again. Was shaking like a leaf and almost didn't get on the damned tram at all. But I did. It went ok I guess. Rode one stop (~ 1 min) and I mostly had tachycardia and a brief moment of panic which made me cry, but nothing worse than that. Repeated it twice a couple of hours later, same thing minus the shaking. A part of it felt good though. I felt so free being able to get on. That was an amazing feeling.
Dreading the whole process, right now can't imagine even going two stops. Hating my therapist for doing this to me. Deeply, profoundly, truly, madly hating her. I just want to be able to move freely again. I hate that I have to go through hell to be able to do something that used to be normal every-day stuff. Trying to keep in mind that a year ago, even going to the nearest store to get a lottery ticket felt unthinkable. That I've done a massive work, that people (at least on Reddit) are actually envious of my progress. I mostly feel lost and weak right now though.
I suppose I could do with some words of encouragement or other's sharing their stories or something. Fuck.
Today I started again. Was shaking like a leaf and almost didn't get on the damned tram at all. But I did. It went ok I guess. Rode one stop (~ 1 min) and I mostly had tachycardia and a brief moment of panic which made me cry, but nothing worse than that. Repeated it twice a couple of hours later, same thing minus the shaking. A part of it felt good though. I felt so free being able to get on. That was an amazing feeling.
Dreading the whole process, right now can't imagine even going two stops. Hating my therapist for doing this to me. Deeply, profoundly, truly, madly hating her. I just want to be able to move freely again. I hate that I have to go through hell to be able to do something that used to be normal every-day stuff. Trying to keep in mind that a year ago, even going to the nearest store to get a lottery ticket felt unthinkable. That I've done a massive work, that people (at least on Reddit) are actually envious of my progress. I mostly feel lost and weak right now though.
I suppose I could do with some words of encouragement or other's sharing their stories or something. Fuck.