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Life with bipolar disorder:
An online diary
Part 9
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3.24.00
I started to get involved in a psychology forum in Hebrew. It's really
weird.When I tried to write my first MSG I found out I couldn't - Not in
Hebrew, I can't seem to be able to write anything worthwhile in Hebrew. I get
stuck. So I wrote it in English. I was never really any good at expressing
myself in Hebrew. For some reason, English is easier. I was very surprised
after I wrote the first section of this dairy. I didn't think I was able to
write like that. Suddenly, I was free. And I've been free from that moment on.
Weird, huh ?
Anyway. I went there for professional advice on how to open up in therapy. I
know that I shouldn't have stopped it but I had no choice. It was going
nowhere. Because of me. I just couldn't sit down and talk.
I know it has a lot to do with the army and after you combine this with my
aversion from any kind of pychodynamic treatment, you get a one-way street to
nowhere. I need to somehow let go of the army, to start again without being
afraid. I can't. You see, I'm torn between two different emotions. He messed up
my life real bad, but on the other hand, he eventually saved my life. Yes, he
drove me to the brink of suicide but I can't be sure I wouldn't have gotten
there on my own. It might have taken longer but I was depressed even before he
"worked" on me. So you see, I can't hate him though I really want to.
I respect him and I like him even though every part in my brain screams I
shouldn't. I have no control over it. He took over my life, made me totally
dependent on him. So I guess this is one of side-effects. You can't hate god.
He was god for most of my army service. He had the power of life and death. He
played me like a puppet on a string and I was powerless.
I can't forget it, and as long as I do - I can't be in therapy. What a mess
!!!!!
To be wronged is nothing unless you
continue to remember it.
~ Confucius ~
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