Non-tulpa related mod problems under the cut
This is probably going to be quite long, so buckle up.
I've mentioned my problems at college before, my illness, how I'm not coping with stress. That I've been stuck in a cycle for 4 years of repeating at school/college. Well this year with some encouragement from a friend I asked for therapy to my parents. I've tried it once before at school, in the first year things started to go wrong, and I had 2 sessions before I decided they weren't helpful. We found someone that works in the nearest town, has multiple qualifications in various forms of therapeutic methods, can give therapy for practically everything, and has 20 years of experience. So it seemed like a clear winner that we give this woman a chance.
I've had 3 sessions with her so far, the most recent being the 4th. In the previous 3 we've been talking about how I can help manage my stress, and touching on plans for the future. Nothing spectacular had happened and progress was minimal in terms of helping my life. In the last session, I can't even remember what we talked about for most of it. At some point she said she noticed that I was quite emotionless while talking to her. I knew the reason for this, but she is the type of person to keep talking unless you interrupt them, and I don't like interrupting people so I had to wait until 10 minutes before the session ended before I got a chance.
I explained that it was because in my childhood, I was bullied. There were two boys, one as the leader. He was fairly charismatic and would turn more people against me when possible. I was hurt emotionally and physically, as insults, kicks and punches were thrown at me frequently. I learned that if I didn't show any reaction, they would get bored faster and leave me alone. Of course it didn't stop them from trying again, but it was better than nothing. So I learned to bottle up my emotions, suppress them, if I didn't feel then I wouldn't get hurt as much. I became stubborn too, this was my problem, I didn't want to get anyone else involved because it wasn't their problem in the first place.
I explain this to my therapist for the last ten minutes, to which she says she's delighted, obviously what happened is terrible, but perhaps that this could be the root in a lot of my problems.
I go home, and don't think much of it. I go about my daily business until I try to sleep...which is when I didn't expect what happened next. Being truly alone with my thoughts, I start to get bombarded with all kinds of thoughts. Terrible ones. Thoughts that attacked any sense of self worth that I had. Things like "What even am I anymore, if I'm emotionless, and not going anywhere in life?" "I'm a husk, I've got no use" "What a pitiful excuse for a human I am, if I can even call myself that" "I'm such a waste of time and space to everyone" "I'm letting them all down". You get the idea. I start crying, something I rarely do as a result of bottling up my emotions. I try to push these thoughts away, as has become an automatic reaction. My mind has trained itself to push down any negative, and positive feelings for fear of making myself vulnerable. But I can't, they keep coming. It is now that I realise I really hate myself. I end up crying myself to sleep.
The next day I'm still a little emotionally unstable, but I could fight that down by distracting myself with college. That night, it happens again. The final straw was when mum appeared fed up with me, saying that she'd had enough and I should get myself up in the morning. She's normally very supportive, I'm lucky to have a parent as supportive as she is, so to see her like that just made me feel even worse. My mind is filled with her voice throwing all kinds of insults at me. Calling me worthless, useless scum, a disgrace, anything along those lines. I try asking Alaefwyn and Godric for support, but even my mind twists their words into insults as well. At this point I've completely lost any sense of value I have. I'm scared, this goes against years of what how I've taught myself to handle things. Emotions make me weak, crying means I've lost. If I can't even uphold that, what am I? I end up crying myself to sleep again.
The next day I have college again. I am still emotionally unstable, and I end up nearly breaking down in college. Those same kinds of thoughts started popping in to my head during the first lesson, when I was becoming unable to do work. I could fight the tears back, but only just. I was considering leaving and going to the toilets to cry, but I didn't want to make a scene, make it clear I needed help - stemming back from not wanting to make it anyone else's problem. The day progresses and I'm having to fight it all day long, until I get home and rush up to room, and cry for a while. That night I wasn't so much flooded with any particular thoughts, but I still felt a great sadness, and cried myself to sleep yet again.
And that brings me to today. It is currently morning as I am writing this, and it was painful doing so but I need to in order to remember everything for the next session, as my therapist will definitely need to hear this. What's happening is extremely painful, but I understand this could very well be the start of some important self healing. Of undoing over a decade of training myself to not do what I don't even realise I'm doing anymore. I don't know why talking about it briefly for 10 minutes sparked such a reaction, when I have talked about my past before to other people, but the mind works in mysterious ways.