I had my 2nd CBT session today, my first with the new therapist. There has been a long time between 1 and 2, and a change in therapist.
I was anxious about it, I couldn't speak and I cried and snotted my way through the session.
What is most frustrating to me is that when I am not in these frightening, stressful and emotional situation, when I am feeling safe and secure I have a sense of myslef, my humour is there, my sense of the rediculous and my strength of character.
I feel like there are 2 people living in my mind at the moment. Me and the fearful cabbage.
I feel such an idiot, I berate myself for being afraid in everyday situations, and I hate myself for being pathetic. Then I try to go shopping and my heart is racing, my adrenalin is pumping and my stomach is doing backflips. I feel dizzy, shaky and nauseous. I want to run away, to get away from the scary place as soon as possible. Back home, or in the studio, at friends houses, or even in the print room at college, I am happy safe and calm. I am me.
I hate that I can only be me when no one else can see me.
Maybe I will accept that I have to give myself time to get better, but my expectations are that I want to be well NOW!
As ever I need to remind myself that Patience is a virtue, not a game of cards.
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