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Going through a major life transition with limited social support, and I feel like I'm backsliding mentally/emotionally. Since the change, which happened a week ago, first my anxiety peaked and now I just feel distraught and tired. My jaw has been throbbing, my whole body aches, I am having trouble getting moving or concentrating, I dread work, I cry frequently--every day, and on & off almost all day for 3 days of this past week. It feels like depression.
I switched a while ago to seeing my T less frequently (weekly to every other week). I'm not sure if I should see how I feel as a challenge & I should try to use my coping skills on my own, or if I should call T and tell her what's going on, since I'm not scheduled to see her again for close to two weeks. How do I know? What's the difference between being upset & being depressed? And also, can she even help me? |
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If you are going through a transition; with or without support; transitions are hard! You sound normal to me:
http://www.lifetolaugh.com/transitio...oughTransition
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Sounds like you're going through a tough time.. If it were me I'd probably call T - sometimes I wonder how she'll even help me but somehow she always does. Sometimes it's just nice to hear a friendly voice and talk it out. If you're going through a major transition just now maybe it's not the time to challenge yourself? I find life can be challenge enough with just regular day to day stuff!
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Why not talk to T and see what she thinks? If it would be helpful to you to see her more frequently at this time, then that would be a nice thing to do for yourself.
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CS Lewis (SI trigger warning): "Tonight all the hells of young grief have opened again; the mad words, the bitter resentment, the fluttering in the stomach, the nightmare unreality, the wallowed-in tears. For in grief, nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? How often--will it be for always?--how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, 'I never realized my loss till this moment'? The same leg is cut off time after time. The first plunge of the knife into the flesh is felt again and again."
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