Therapy is never fun. Sometimes J and I do have these brief moments of shared laughter, but on the whole it isn’t enjoyable. I suppose it isn’t meant to be, but my session today seemed to have a load of extra un-fun. I guess I might have anticipated it wouldn’t be great, because while walking…
Tag: BPD
Five steps to crisis
After talking about my volatile moods in a therapy session a few weeks ago, I decided to sit down and think about how they change so quickly. I had always been under the impression that I am either functioning or in a crisis, so it was useful to consider the shifts that occur in between….
I will be heard
I’m not quite sure where to start. I’m reeling from the shock of my brother’s letter this week. And obsessively turning his words over and over in my head. Searching for something deep, or loving. Scouring those few little paragraphs for any shred of kindness. All I can see is this breathtaking selfishness. After writing…
My stubborn psychiatrist
It seems that any new doctor wants to put his/her stamp on a person’s treatment. They don’t like just carrying on the same. A Dutch colleague of mine refers to this as ‘pissing on’ things. Our CEO likes to ‘piss on’ everything at work, marking it as his territory even if he knows nothing about…
You matter in ways you cannot imagine
I got a lovely email a few days ago from someone who read my blog. He thanked me for being so open about my issues. But what really touched me was that he signed off by saying, ‘you matter in ways you cannot imagine’. Wow. What a powerful thing to say. I spend so much…
It’s so hard to be honest
I read this great post from my friend Samantha Jane at both sides of the wall this morning. She highlighted something I hadn’t thought a lot about but totally agree with. She was asking why it is so hard for us to admit that we were victims of sexual abuse. It struck a chord with…
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