Rescuing myself. Building myself up from under the ground & depths of mental health & darkness, to build a better future. Create. Healing and coping with complex trauma. Transitioning to life, share the Story.
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"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves."
.... My reality. I am struggling with my own reality. Being able to see it. I doubt it, a lot. I doubt myself, my abilities, my decisions. Others' behaviors. My own mental illnesses and struggles. My therapist told me that I need to stop gaslighting myself. I went quiet for a while; it was a heavy reality. I knew she was right; I was realizing I didn't know I was doing it. But why wouldn't I? If I think about it. It felt pretty heavy. I went to sleep doing research on this. Feeling the truth throughout my body. Realizing there is one more thing I need to add to my list of mental health issues that I need to work on. Heal. Last week, I started writing down things, in my journal. How I feel, and the thoughts I have. I was hoping that by doing this I would be able to start recognizing my reality more, since it seems that I am stuck in there too. The problem is that I can't really read back what I write, which is why she said I am gaslighting myself. This is also one of t
What's next? What is the action plan? I asked my therapist yesterday. I have been talking about my past and traumas and mental health with her, since we started, because I wanted her to understand the Why and the history. Talking about it all was intense. Terrifying. Triggering. Deliberating. I have been hoping for this moment, since I started therapy in November of last year, right after Thanksgiving. The moment of having shared all the things that are difficult to share (little note - I know I share very little in this blog, and that it might be difficult to understand the struggles and the whys of my mental health, but I am not ready to talk about it all. At least not here, and not yet-). It took a year to make it to this little milestone. All the challenges. The having to start all over again with therapist after therapist. I realized, today, how much perseverance it took. How much I endured, and how many times I wanted to quit when my mind screamed loud and louder that I wa
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