General Just asking… by DawgMom 8/2/2014 written by DawgMom 8/2/2014 Is there anyone here who is in therapy but struggling with DID and suicide? struggling 6 comments 0 Email Related posts Loooney Bin 10/22/2021 Birthday depression 10/21/2021 Why Are People Such A**holes These Days? 10/21/2021 I hate… 10/21/2021 They meant a lot. 10/21/2021 Recovery 10/20/2021 I Just Want to Go 10/20/2021 No choices left 10/20/2021 The brink of addiction 10/20/2021 I think I’m being abused 10/19/2021 6 comments StruggleOn 8/2/2014 - 3:35 pm Oh yeah. Oh oh yeah, right here. What is therapy though? You’re just talking to someone who lives in happy land and has probably never even experienced hell. After the second session I was back on SP for whenever I needed to let shit go or talk. Log in to Reply DawgMom 8/2/2014 - 3:56 pm Yeah. Funny how they sit there and say they’ll help but get just as triggered and up the ass counter transference and then back away. One in a million chance of finding someone who wants to go to the deapest, darkest places of a DID patient and actualy provide healing. Am I right? Log in to Reply DawgMom 8/2/2014 - 3:57 pm Cwazy. Haha. Log in to Reply StruggleOn 8/2/2014 - 4:05 pm It’s all about the money, man. Fuck humans in distress. Log in to Reply StruggleOn 8/2/2014 - 4:13 pm And then I tell myself I can’t blame them because what am I to the world? Nothing, really. Log in to Reply DawgMom 8/2/2014 - 5:50 pm In my case I’m not paying. Like my therapist said, ‘I don’t need the money’ (because her husband has more than enough to go around). But, yes. We are no one. Unable to be helped. Defective. Worthless and devalued. Our life as it has been. There is no such thing as healing for us and no place for us to feel safe. Pitty is not therapy. A very sad reality and one that brings me here once again. I’ve had relationships like this throughout my life. Too intense and repetitive. You get to the point when you want that to stop. To get off the merry-go-round. And every time you do, it brings you closer to the all-out stop and end. And, its always my fault. Unconditionally because I have a label. An infliction. Illness. A past that I didn’t ask for and cannot escape. But maybe I can. The only thing is, can I? Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.