For today’s blog post, I am posting the summary that I sent home to my outpatient team this morning:
Okay…After a horrible week, and two days nonstop of crying, Thursday evening, I decided that what I was doing to adjust to being here was not working. And so, I woke up Friday morning, and decided it was time to do something different. And yesterday went much better. I don’t know why I can flip the switch like that….But I finally feel like I am settled in the partial hospitalization program, I don’t hate it anymore, I don’t have uges to run away anymore and I have realized that PHP will be what I make of it. It took me three weeks to get to that point, but I am finally there.
I think that I finally have started to develop an attachment and trust to/with my therapist (as much as I don’t want to admit it.) I am pushing myself really hard in therapy and she pushes me hard too. She also calls me out on every single therapy interfering behavior I use during out sessions, it is painful and annoying and I have a hard time not letting it trigger my core beliefs (that she is criticizing me vs. helping me and that it does not mean I am a bad person). I can see myself getting a lot of work done with her. That said, I think it is going to be a slow and excruciating process.
They have a level system here and I am still on Level One. It is hard not to compare and judge myself about it as there are people who have come in after me and are already on Level Two. It makes me wonder what is wrong with me… I am guessing it has a lot to do with my rocky transition. Oh, and I have had a couple of episodes of engaging in behaviors (calorie counting and 5 days in a row of “invisible restricting”). I did eventually hold myself accountable for both behaviors and have not calorie counted since, but am still struggling with high urges for both.
I am up to 5 solo walks a week. This is something that I don’t mess around with. Getting a chance to be outside and have a half hour to myself is very motivating to not abuse the exercise. I do not want to lose the privilege! I am also supposed to go to a yoga studio twice a week, but my social anxiety has prevented me from getting there. I need to make a plan with my anxiety therapist about it.
Speaking of my anxiety therapist, I did my first social anxiety/food exposure this week. I would tell you it was horrible, she would say it was good. I can say that I survived and my anxiety did come down after it peaked. But I didn’t like it. And…we get to do it again a few more times. 😦
Yesterday, I moved out of the off-site apartments and into the home of a friend of a friend of a friend. I hated the apartment because it was dark and dreary and dingy. I need light and brightness. Also, the woman who owns the home is charging me about half of what I was paying the treatment facility for the apartment (finances are my main reason for moving), which will extend the amount of time I can spend in treatment, although I really want to be home at the end of October.
I continue to work hard on on my “homework.” I have assignments such as, “If I wasn’t judging myself, would I think others were judging me? And would I even care?”, “Why do I respond to sadness with self-harm?” and “What do I want to change about my relationship with food?”
Okay….I think this about covers the past week. I am glad I finally got myself “unstuck” and am moving forward again.