I can absolutely relate. I started therapy mostly hoping to work on some of my deeper issues - the things that still bother me during the rare times when life in general is going ok. But things have been so BAD since I started that that's all that we talk about. And it feels pointless. It feels hopeless.
Long ago I gave up on things getting 'better'. Because things DON'T get 'better'. They only get different. I would however like a 'different' that is a little easier to handle.
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wife. mom. swimmer. writer.
trying to live life in spite of depression, dissociation, and PTSD.
member of a club that no one wants to join...
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