I am going to be using blogging as a coping skill today.
It has been brought to my attention that I have kind of clammed up since leaving residential. I'm not as open and forthcoming with my treatment team. I'm not all about feelings and trust and asking for help.
Oh, you are concerned?
You would like to know why?
**Flash back to the end of June**
(We'll just do a quick run-through here so no one gets too bored...)
Seriously, dude. I have never had as much of a connection with a therapist as I had with my case worker in residential who shall remain unnamed.
So what is the problem? Why would I NOT want to go make a million more therapist connections? That was AWESOME!!! But, wait? Why do I need a new therapist?
None of that counts, because it was a job. I was the patient, she was the case worker. Don't get me wrong - I know very well that she cares about her patients and does what she does because she honestly wants them to thrive in the real world. I myself have been in the exact same position so many times. I don't hold it against her one bit. If she didn't have those boundaries, she would burn out and no one else would get to benefit from that spark she carries around that makes her so undeniably fucking awesome.
But excuse me for not wanting to open up to a new therapist right now. I'm still getting over the best one I've ever had in my life and NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HER WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS HER SO STOP ASKING.
I am fine.
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.