Up and Down But More Down Than Up
Yup. Today was emotionally brutal.
This morning, one of our peers graduated to a lower level of care. It was so exciting! She has worked hard, seems so grounded and really is on the right path for recovery. I couldn’t be happier for her. And I am excited that when I make the same step down I will get to see her again in that program. She is a vibrant person…I will miss her until I see her again.
This morning, one of our peers gave up on her recovery and checked herself out against medical advice. She is very, very unwell and there is very little chance that she will have a positive outcome without further treatment. It is beyond discouraging.
We were in one of our groups where we do Monday check-in and were asked how we were feeling about the departure of our second peer. No one said a word. I final spoke up and said, “She is going to die.” Everyone was thinking it, I just was the one to say it. Of course, then my therapist (who was one of the co-facilitators of the group) wanted to know how I was feeling. <eye roll> I hate those damn feelings things. But eventually, I ‘fessed up to some feelings. Partly, I was scared. Scared for the peer, scared for me as someone who also has and ED and feels like the battle is hopeless, scared for the rest of my peers. I realize too that it brought back the pain of Sarah, the friend of mine who killed herself earlier this summer. That connection with people who are compromised might lead to more death and more loss for me. Ugh…Too much. I hate feeling scared. I hate feeling sad. I just hate feelings.
The group prior to that was also horrible for me. One of my peers shared some of her trauma history (which we frequently do as part of our group therapy) and as she talked about it, I started to feel like I was going to cry. But it was odd because what she was saying is not something that I would ordinarily be bothered about. I felt worse though, and dissociated and I furiously stretched and twisted and folded my putty. (Lots of us have stress putty). And when the group ended, I couldn’t stop with the putty. I actually couldn’t get up. I was frozen. Everyone left and I couldn’t move. My favorite Direct Care person was in the group and she came over to check on me. I don’t really remember what she said, but it was a comfort just to have her near me. I remember saying that part of me felt unsafe (that four-year-old part) and the rest is kind of a blur. That experience threw me for the whole day
Actually, the whole day was just crap for all of us. That peer who gave up on herself really depressed and discouraged the whole group. Even in the afternoon, the community room just had this of hopelessness. We are all afraid.
I don’t have much else to say about today. I am ignoring my homework, ignoring my feelings and just letting the numbness carry me until bedtime.
Tomorrow will be a hard day too as it is my insurance review where they determine what level of coverage I will continue at. The anxiety will be painful. But the contingency plan is in place…I just hope I won’t have to use it.