So, I’m almost finished with two weeks of my therapy program. Six hours a day of intensive group therapy. We have Psych Education and Dialectical Behavioral Therapy skill learning. The therapy’s main goals are to teach me how to live in the moment, develop healthy ways to cope with stress, regulate my emotions, and improve my relationships with others. Also, learning about my diagnosis, med management, self-care, self-compassion etc.
Most of the DBT skills are hard for me to understand, but I am starting to understand the skill Radical Acceptance. It’s when you stop fighting reality, stop responding with impulsive or destructive behaviors when things aren’t going the way you want them to, and to let go of bitterness that may be keeping you trapped in a cycle of suffering.
There have been many challenges while I’ve been there. Trusting the counselors and the other patients, the transportation and my house is falling apart. I’m also missing being in the Heart Support streams and weekday SWAT groups. I miss all of you and intrusive thoughts creep in telling me I’ll be forgotten and replaced. Of course, I have no evidence of this happening. It’s just really hard to fight off those thoughts when you have a sever fear of abandonment and rejection.
I was told that the program is 2 weeks long, but it’s really 3 weeks long and at the end of it I have the choice to extend it to 90 days. I meet with my social worker to see if they think I can benefit from staying and if everyone agrees they will extend it. I really want to stay for the whole 90 days, but it’s so exhausting and I feel like I’m neglecting my home life. My house is suffering and my boyfriend is left to fend for himself.
Last night, we had a discussion about all this. He wants me to do the whole 90-days as well. Since we’ve been together, I’ve done 99% of the house work and all of the cooking. I’ve been struggling these past two weeks even more than usual with depression and exhaustion. Having fibromyalgia and all this extra stuff is really wearing me down and I’m not sure how to manage it. Fibro makes you have pain, feel sick and very, very tired (along with a ton of other not fun symptoms). So, by the time I get home, I just can’t do anything else.
The past two weeks he has taken care of the cats and done a few house cleaning things that I asked him to do and I appreciate it so much, but I told him I need help with more things. I feel so horrible for asking him to do more because he isn’t fully recovered from his surgery. He said he would do his best for me and I believe him, but I still feel like I’m asking too much of him.
I hate this.
I wish I could just believe him when he says he can handle it.
So, anyway a little bit of an update and I could use some encouragement because I really want to do this, but paranoia and doubts are in the way.