Venting Therapy doesn't work for me

[Griever]

I don't see the point anymore. Therapy, talking, digging into pain like there's some magic thread to unravel - it just feels like a game I already lost. I've tried. I've sat there in that chair, answered the questions, opened the wounds. But for what? The ache doesn't go away. The heaviness doesn't lift. And no amount of reframing or mindfulness or breathing ever fills the hollowness that's carved itself into my chest.

I'm tired of pretending that progress is coming. That healing is linear. That I even care. Because I don't. Not anymore. Not really.

Maybe some people get better. Maybe some people find hope. But I'm not them. I've stopped believing there's anything left to fix.

I've given up. And honestly, that feels more honest than anything I've ever said in therapy.

 

[NoHorizon]

I've literally just got out of a therapy session completely lost for words and it's like you've just articulated everything I'm feeling right now but can't figure out how to say.

 

[Pale_Rider]

IDK. I just know I cant be fixed. Facts. Im going to have the best attitude I can however.

 

[Electra]

I just feel like I am this. It's not something to be fixed. It's me.

 

[Rynalia]

Always more room in the "therapy doesn't work" club.

 

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Talking to psychologists doesn't cure my brain damage. They can't tell me what to do when they can't fix my defective brain. But to just waste my time and money, it wasn't worth it to me to go to any more

 

[OutOfThisBody]

I tell my therapist the same thing. She just says that I'm new to therapy and progress takes a while or something. Lol

 

[SufferingInDenmark]

it doesn't work for most people.
well, idk about "most"... but it's not some magic shit that can grow people's legs back, or stop them from having brain damages, etc.

it's basically paying someone to pamper you for an hour, and when the hour is up, they want you out of there ASAP.

in a nutshell...

I tell my therapist the same thing. She just says that I'm new to therapy and progress takes a while or something. Lol

lol

 

[Griever]

I've literally just got out of a therapy session completely lost for words and it's like you've just articulated everything I'm feeling right now but can't figure out how to say.

I hope that I was able to help you a little with the text, you are not alone!

 

[imOK]

I'm in therapy and have a session every few months because it's basically a requirement for my disability benefits to keep coming and we go through the same spiel everytime that I tell my therapist how my life is going and she gives some general recommendations what I could improve and then I tell her why that is either not realistic or likely to change much and then we just shrug at each other. It is pointless but has become an oddly comforting ritual with time. When something particularily interesting in the world has happened, we sometimes also just talk about that instead. We once talked about suicide (I do not remember the context) and she told me when somebody is particularily determined and of clear mind, she has no way of stopping it, nor is she entirely sure if it would be in her place to do so. She's very live and let live. I like that. I used to have to do with therapists with savior and superiortiy complexes (often go hand in hand, the noble, highly intelligent therapist who steps down from the heavens to extend his hand to the poor and sick is sadly a picture too many of them have) sadly and they were insufferable and did some actively damaging things to my life.

 

[broken_stoic]

I don't see the point anymore. Therapy, talking, digging into pain like there's some magic thread to unravel - it just feels like a game I already lost. I've tried. I've sat there in that chair, answered the questions, opened the wounds. But for what? The ache doesn't go away. The heaviness doesn't lift. And no amount of reframing or mindfulness or breathing ever fills the hollowness that's carved itself into my chest.

I'm tired of pretending that progress is coming. That healing is linear. That I even care. Because I don't. Not anymore. Not really.

Maybe some people get better. Maybe some people find hope. But I'm not them. I've stopped believing there's anything left to fix.

I've given up. And honestly, that feels more honest than anything I've ever said in therapy.

I'm not going to tell you therapy can help everybody, I think it probably can't. But a couple of things I might suggest before you give up:

If you can't be completely honest with a therapist maybe try a new therapist. Often you have to try a few before you find the right one.

If one type of therapy isn't working, there are other types of therapy.

And if you still think its shit, well I am really sorry it failed you and hasn't been able to help. I hope you do find peace, compassion, and belonging.

 

[GeorgeEastman]

I will admit that therapy actually prevents me from killing myself during the session. I probably wouldn't ever do it in front of a therapist.

But actually making me glad to be living? Nothing will fix that. Once you want your brains blown out, there's no way to put them back in.