So this is a follow up to my doctor’s post where I ranted about my nurse practioner and my therapist:
I realize looking back that I shouldn’t have written that blog. I have since deleted it because I wrote that blog in a place of anger and disappointment. Ultimately I found out, through some people, that my blog was like a temper tantrum… one that a three year old would throw.
I can understand how people would view my last entry as a tantrum and to those people I hurt or who were offended, I am deeply sorry.
So how do I solve this going forward? One, I’m never going back to the RN and I will make sure I see my regular doctor from now on and two, I realize that my therapist is the best thing that has happened for my mental health in over eight years. She is beyond patient and I appreciate her and without her, I wouldn’t be here. I said those things in anger and I shouldn’t have.
On to me… I don’t know how to deal with the way I am. I’m apparently just a giant child in a forty-four year old woman’s body. I feel like I have no sense of self, I don’t know how to take care of myself emotionally. I’m just a giant ball of fuckedupness.
I feel like there are a lot of times that I hurt and offend people and I don’t mean to do either. I’m impulsive and want to stand up for myself but never know the right way to do it and then fuck it up in the end anyway.
I’m embarrassed and angry and a whole bunch of other emotions about how I acted. I just can’t talk about it right now and I don’t think I will ever want to.
I guess ultimately, I clearly am at a standstill with both my physical and mental health and I don’t know if I will ever be ‘fixed.’ Maybe I have gone as far as I can go; maybe there is no hope for people like me.
Again I am sorry if I offended or hurt you; I shouldn’t have said those things about anyone but myself. I am the cause of my own misery and no one else is responsible for my sadness but myself. I have to heal myself and I can’t depend on anyone outside of me.
Until next time,
A three year old child