Hello everyone.
These are my usually depresing thougts I have. Today they are about therapy and how I just find it kind of… idk. This is gonna be a longer one and its more for me to keep my thoughts and points in order but you are welcomed to read along.
My first point is that in my case going to therapy served I think only one purpuse. Talking about things and realising that sometimes I dont talk about things that bother me. Thats it. The most of therapy consisted of how was your last week. Rate it and talk about it. Talk about whants bothering you. Here is my opinion and here are some coping techniques to cope with depression. Oh you know them already. Ok. Thats our time. Bye.
Honestly 50 minutes once a week is not that much time. In retrospect It was foolish of me to expect something more of it. My so called “goal” that I stated was that I dont want to get into a situation where I really want to kill myself again. During our last session my therapist basically told me that I have had these issues like deprsession a chronic suicidality for too long and right its more realistic to learn to live with them than to cure them. then she told me she is going to be on a three week vacation and that after we will hit our 10th session we will either continue our sessions once every two weeks or I will stop going because of capacity and the fact tha I am “stable”.
I am going to put this bluntly. My progress towards “not getting to the point of really wanting to kill myself again” has been zero since the day my therapy started. I was already “stable” when I have started therapy. I did not want to become “stable” I wanted to know how to not want to die and more importantly how to want to live. I have got none of that and then I am told that 50 minutes a week is not necessary anymore? Not gonna lie i am kind of annoyed by this.
Like yes my dear therapist I know the coping techniques. I frequntly use them when I feel depressed or suicidal or depersonalized. I want to know how to get past this. How to get to the point I wount have to use them. What is the the point of living. Why is it better to go on living then to die. What is so great about live that people want to live it despite not being happy. Why do the people around me want to keep living when they are miserable themselves. Both my mother and brother have told me that they are not happy and that they want to die at several occasions (usually drunk tho). So why is it that they want me to live? Why am I so depressed and tired despite the fact that I am on my medication and am going to therapy and have a “stable” life? What is it that I am missing? Why does everything seem so pointless and why is it that every scientific fact ever points out to the insignificance of our existence? Is it because it is truly pointless?
Please my dear therapist I need to know? I need to know if this life is worth continuing. I need to know if my 13 year old self was right when it decided to cut its wrists. I need to know if my 19 year old self should have taken more pills and never wake up that one time. I need to know if I should have jumped in fronf of that train when I was 20. And also why is it that they were all right. Why my 13 year old self was right when it thought that if it didnt die a lot more suffering would come. Why the year after I ate those pills was one of the worst years of my life. My 20. year old self was only half right. It thought the situation would not improve. It did. But it was also right when it thought that even if it did improve I would still want to die. So please tell me what is the thing that I am missing? Why should I fight a battle that I am not even sure I want to win?
Oh my dear therapist there are things i would like to discuss with someone whom i can trust. Some of my deepest darkest thoughts, desires and memories. All those things that happened. All of those things which I am made of. All of whatever this is. I would love to tell them about how I hated school. how I was used and manipulated by people because i wanted to help them. How my relationship with my family is complicated. Why I dont believe in choice. Why I dont want to have kids. Why I do the things I do even tho i know they might be pointless. But 50 minutes a week is too short of a time for that and 50 minutes every two weeks is simply impossible. So i am sorry my dear therapist but this just wount work. I will quit this “therapy” because it did not move me any closer to my answers and my goal and even tho it made feel better at the time it did not last. I will have to look for my answer and a person to trust elsewhere. Thank you my dear therapist for your time but I think this is goodbye.
Edit: Ok this got much heavier than I thought it would so for all of you who got to this point here is a joke.
Why did the math book look so sad?
Because of all its problems.