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Originally Posted by sugahorse
I am BP II and struggle with depression mainly - how can I expect my T to help me with this? These are MY emotions and no amount of talking can help what is going on in my head.
I feel like I'm wasting my time in T, as it appears there just is no point.
I have a friend I can talk to and confide in - why then do I need to regurgitate it in T?
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This was me for the first yearish in thearpy. im not sure my T ever really gave an answer on how me having someone to listen to my emotions will help. but she did say that friends are influenced by their perceptions, and they bring their experiences and wants and needs in conversations with you. So you may bring something up, then they act sympathetic...but that something triggered something in their own life, and now they are off and running. with therapy, the focus is only on you're feelings and thoughts. which is frightening, i know. its been the biggest obstacle for me to work through.
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Originally Posted by sugahorse
thanks Treehouse - so there is hope that I am on the right track.
I do not believe that there is much baggage from my childhood years, as I grew up in a loving home. I have just always been a bit of a loner, often being depressed in High School. Why - I don't know!
I guess T will have to try work it out. Or maybe that's just who I am.
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i have said these same exact words in therapy. i thought them all the time. it was a constant battle every week. it is still something i struggle with, and we are close to 3 years. I honeslty dont know why i feel so depressed about life when i think i had it pretty good growing up. so now my t is trying EMDR....we'll see...it starts tomrrow.
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Originally Posted by sugahorse
I'm busy in T mainly because of depression. But when a bad spell hits me between sessions, all wheels fall off. I hate that feeling.
I've been told by T I need to work on feeling fulfilled - to self-soothe when things get rocky.
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gahh...im going through that RIGHT NOW and how i hate it. hate hate hate. i literally came home from work, stared blankly at the tv waiting for the minutes to change to hours so i could pop an ambien and go to bed at a reasonable hour. those were torturous hours.
Sugahorse...you might be my therapy twin
