Today was a bad day. Straight up, point blank. A bad day. It did not go the way I hoped it would, in fact, this entire week has not gone the way I thought it would. My husband and I got into an argument again, mostly because of communication (and his extreme lack there of), …
When you don’t handle conflict the same way, anxiety, and some self hatred. Read More »
Things feel like they’re as bad as they possible can be right now. Now, I know, if your my therapist, you don’t necessarily give a shit about how it feels. And I supposedly should be doing better anyway. Therapy last night was bad. It just was. And after 2 bad weeks in a row, that …
I had an epically bad night last night. I started crying on the way home from therapy, and it got worse and and worse as the night went on. I literally could not calm down. And this morning, my eyes are still incredibly puffy and anyone who looks at me can obviously tell what kind …
Last night, my therapist insinuated (or, really, flat out said) that our relationship might be something, bordering or resembling “secure” now. Now, if you’ve been following along for a while now, you’ll know that we’ve been doing a lot of work with relationships and attachments, and trying to form secure attachments, as opposed to anxious …
Last night was…something. It was a night that looked like a lot of nights my husband and I have had in the past. Where alcohol played too much of a role, and I said a lot of things that I’ve been holding in for a while. It started when I got upset with my husband. …
Therapy last night sure was different. But, honestly? I kind of loved it. And I don’t think I realized how much I appreciated it until I was driving home. Therapy, for me, has always been sitting in a room, feeling slightly awkward, slightly uncomfortable, and trying to make it work. But last night? I don’t …
I had therapy this morning, and even though I had a really rough week, it definitely went well. It’s a good thing my husband and I got in a fight that completely dysregulated me and freaked me out over the weekend. (Kidding, but also sort of not.) Anyway, it started off the same way it …
This morning, I had an appointment with my genetic counselor. Later this afternoon, I will have my 19 week anatomy scan, and a few days later, I will see my maternal fetal medicine doctor to further discuss my high risk pregnancy. Then tonight, I have therapy. If that sounds like a lot, that’s because it …
Well, we wasted no time getting into it in therapy last night, but I’d argue to say that it didn’t go poorly. She said some things that I was ready and able to hear, and whenever that happens and we’re able to have difficult yet honest conversations, it always feels better. I think we’re finally …
Oh, therapy. What else can I say about it. In typical 1 hour session fashion (as opposed to 2), anxiety very quickly took over and I successfully managed to talk about nothing that really mattered for the majority of it. It’s frustrating, but I also didn’t want to open up certain cans of worms with …