Last Updated on September 10, 2017 by HodgePodgeDays
Today has been a very bad day. Regular readers will know I’m currently having an intensive series of therapy sessions to deal with my anxiety and depression. My session today did not go well.
My therapist has identified that I have a very critical inner voice who tells me what I am worthless, that I am nothing, that I am ugly and that I am unlovable. (To clarify, I’m not “hearing voices”, it is my inner dialogue, something we all have, the little person inside us who narrates our life). I believe all the awful, bullying things this voice is saying to me. It tells me the truth that others are too afraid to say, or says the things people are thinking before they say it to my face. In short, I am horrid.
Today therapy was rough. The therapy session itself went well. We explored a few things, noted I was making some progress in some areas, chatted about this voice who says hateful things. I left feeling ok. Then somewhere on the way home I started crying, then I started having a panic attack. My mind ran at 300mph, I couldn’t do anything to help myself or stop myself. I was in the middle of the street 15 minutes from home and I couldn’t breathe. My eyes were streaming with tears and my nose was running, I must’ve looked an absolute sight.
I stood swaying on the pavement, not knowing what to do or where to turn, I glanced up and a blue car was driving up the road, without thinking I stepped towards the road and into its path. I just wanted it all to stop and the only thing I could think of was the peace of death. At the last second I stepped back off the pavement and clung to a lamppost. I have no idea how I got home.
By the time I got home from therapy I had calmed down a bit. The panic was going, but that was replaced with tears. I sobbed bitterly, painfully for two hours. A couple of friends chatted to me online and helped me calm down. Today has shaken me, really shaken me, I’ve not felt this bad in 18 months. I’m frightened that I’m going to slide back down that snake again after spending so long climbing the ladders. What I want to do is curl up and sleep and cry. What I have to do is work and look after my family.
It’s been so long since my last panic attack, it’s scary how they completely take over you and how they leave you feeling drained and worthless. This afternoon my friend reminded me to breathe, how stupid is it to have to be told to breathe? She was right though. Breathe. Keep breathing.
It sounds like you had a terrible time of it today but you got through it! Sending you big hugs!
Thank you. Panic attacks are the worst! xx
Well done for making it home.And well done for making it to therapy. Such a hard road, and with it’s own risks. I hope the inner voice is soon able to acknowledge how hard you’re fighting and recognise your strength.
Thank you Caz. I was just so shocked at the suddenness of it all and how deeply it affected me, I’m frightened it’ll happen again.
I really rather dislike your inner voice & think it talks a lot of crap. You are one of the most entertaining people I know & I have all the time in the world for someone who can make me giggle the way you do!
I’m so sorry you’ve had such an awful day. I only hope that the therapy is just poking at scabs which will heal again but better (if that makes sense) x x
You my friend are a goddess. You’re always so lovely to me and helpful and generally gorgeous. I’ve not been back to therapy yet but I’m really frightened of going back, I don’t want to fell like that again xx
Oh I’m really sad to read this post – I have found you so lovely when I have met you at blog events. Tell that inner voice to sod off. I sincerely hope you have a better few days ahead. Sending lots of love x
Thanks Helen, you’re so lovely and very kind, I too am fed up of being like this xx