I've calmed down a bit since yesterday
I'm not myself yet. Depression is setting in again, and I'm not feeling well at all. As usual I am turning to writing to get through this. I'm turning to sharing as it feels like that is the only way to dilute these horrid feelings.
I just don't want to be touched, or looked at, or talked to, or anything
I'm unhappy that I left a message for my Psychologist yesterday that I need to see him urgently, and he didn't get back to me. Now I am in frozen mode so it is so much harder for me to ask for help. I did send an sms this morning, so thats gonna be as much as I can beg for his attention right now.
I don't know where the money will come from, but I need the therapy right now. I'm shattering.
Anxiety is the devil here, and my unsubstantial self esteem. Non existent for the moment. How sad is that.
I'm calmer though. I'm not freaking out right now. I'm trying to stick my head in the sand right now, to just carry on.
06 August 2013
05 August 2013
No, no, no, no, no
I've been in denial... I'm breaking down again.
I've been trying to hide it from myself, and everyone else, but I'm not all of a sudden just falling apart just today. It's been happening for at least 3 weeks already.
The crap thing is, if I could admit it to myself I could have discussed it with my therapist before our last session last week. But no, I had to be the strong one. Everything is okay with me. It's my old pattern of how do I get to the lowest point of despair without realising, or letting other people realise.
It's the game of, Hey I'm Fine, how are YOU?
I'm a talker, I talk about myself. There are people I talk to when I'm not feeling good, so how did this slip in without being discussed. The only way is because I have been ignoring what it really is.
Something that can be dangerous. I have used the words, "This is overwhelming", to friends, and to my therapist to describe what I have been going through with Caitlin, but no one knows of the other thing, and so it seems that while someone can recognise that something is overwhelming, they are still okay,.
But I'm not. I'm cracking now. I have been overwhelmed. I can't stay standing right now. I don't know what to do, and there's a certain bit of panic involved. I struggle to function right now. This has been way too much. I just can't handle everything. I just want to lie down and give up.
I've been trying to hide it from myself, and everyone else, but I'm not all of a sudden just falling apart just today. It's been happening for at least 3 weeks already.
The crap thing is, if I could admit it to myself I could have discussed it with my therapist before our last session last week. But no, I had to be the strong one. Everything is okay with me. It's my old pattern of how do I get to the lowest point of despair without realising, or letting other people realise.
It's the game of, Hey I'm Fine, how are YOU?
I'm a talker, I talk about myself. There are people I talk to when I'm not feeling good, so how did this slip in without being discussed. The only way is because I have been ignoring what it really is.
Something that can be dangerous. I have used the words, "This is overwhelming", to friends, and to my therapist to describe what I have been going through with Caitlin, but no one knows of the other thing, and so it seems that while someone can recognise that something is overwhelming, they are still okay,.
But I'm not. I'm cracking now. I have been overwhelmed. I can't stay standing right now. I don't know what to do, and there's a certain bit of panic involved. I struggle to function right now. This has been way too much. I just can't handle everything. I just want to lie down and give up.
01 August 2013
A small Victory
I am very proud of myself for not losing it today. In the car on our way home from school my 7 year old was in tears because she doesn't want to go to swimming anymore, because her new teacher is too strict. This after she begged me to do swimming lessons again, even though it is winter here in South Africa.
I told her calmly that she will have to do the lessons because they are already paid for. It was so bad she didn't even want to get out of the car. She sat there sobbing. I was seething, because I paid the whole term in advance, and there is a no money back policy. Also she usually loves swimming, but it seems that part of the problems we've been having lately is her inability to deal with authority. BECAUSE we usually have a more positive approach with her. According to my psychologist she has no buffer for anyone who is a bit strict.
So I walked into the house angry out of my mind, ready to MAKE her go even if she doesn't. Then I took a step back, and took a deep breath, and realised that would get us no where. I had visions of me having to drag her upstairs and force her into her swimsuit, and drag her to the car, and I realised that's never gonna happen and if I don't think of a better plan then we're not gonna go to swimming.
So I took my breath. Went out to the car. Told her calmly, lets not talk about the swimming right now, lets just get out of the car. So we did that, then we just focused on going upstairs. Then while I dressed her ( which I usually do in the mornings, but rarely in the afternoons) I talked with her about her day and the good things that happened. We focused on happy things, and she calmed down.
When it got to putting on her swimsuit we started talking about the fact that the swim teacher is very strict and that doesn't make her feel good. BUT swimming is fun, and we she needs to focus on just doing her best, and enjoying her swimming, no matter what the teacher says.
I managed to get her to swim class without any major fuss, and for a change she actually enjoyed the lesson and felt good about herself, for the things she managed to do.
The teacher is strict. But I can't protect her from strict teachers for the rest of her life. I had a revelation today. Instead of trying to wrap her in tissue, I'm rather going to have to teach her to cope when things are tough. Even if I don't agree with the teaching style, it's gonna happen.
I'm just proud of myself for not freaking out, when I wanted to, and for being able to make it a teaching moment.
How do you prepare your kids for people who are not that nice?
On a positive note, we have started ADD medication for her, and today we had the best homework day ever. For the first time ever we finished homework in 20 min instead of an hour.
I told her calmly that she will have to do the lessons because they are already paid for. It was so bad she didn't even want to get out of the car. She sat there sobbing. I was seething, because I paid the whole term in advance, and there is a no money back policy. Also she usually loves swimming, but it seems that part of the problems we've been having lately is her inability to deal with authority. BECAUSE we usually have a more positive approach with her. According to my psychologist she has no buffer for anyone who is a bit strict.
So I walked into the house angry out of my mind, ready to MAKE her go even if she doesn't. Then I took a step back, and took a deep breath, and realised that would get us no where. I had visions of me having to drag her upstairs and force her into her swimsuit, and drag her to the car, and I realised that's never gonna happen and if I don't think of a better plan then we're not gonna go to swimming.
So I took my breath. Went out to the car. Told her calmly, lets not talk about the swimming right now, lets just get out of the car. So we did that, then we just focused on going upstairs. Then while I dressed her ( which I usually do in the mornings, but rarely in the afternoons) I talked with her about her day and the good things that happened. We focused on happy things, and she calmed down.
When it got to putting on her swimsuit we started talking about the fact that the swim teacher is very strict and that doesn't make her feel good. BUT swimming is fun, and we she needs to focus on just doing her best, and enjoying her swimming, no matter what the teacher says.
I managed to get her to swim class without any major fuss, and for a change she actually enjoyed the lesson and felt good about herself, for the things she managed to do.
The teacher is strict. But I can't protect her from strict teachers for the rest of her life. I had a revelation today. Instead of trying to wrap her in tissue, I'm rather going to have to teach her to cope when things are tough. Even if I don't agree with the teaching style, it's gonna happen.
I'm just proud of myself for not freaking out, when I wanted to, and for being able to make it a teaching moment.
How do you prepare your kids for people who are not that nice?
On a positive note, we have started ADD medication for her, and today we had the best homework day ever. For the first time ever we finished homework in 20 min instead of an hour.
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