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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Couch of trust

Exhaustion for me is day of intensive therapy, and due to my situation there is no short fall of that.

Therapy in the rocks. Toady I had my psychologist. I asked what she meant in the previous session about me being a game player , this concerned me as I assumed she meant I play games with her as well. I never thought of it and perhaps there have been times. Aside from the flirtations, there have been times I have been extreme in testing to see if she cares. You see it is very important to me that others care for me, I want to know they care for me by display of affection. This does not happen in therapy. I suppose if it were to happen between this specific person I would fall , and there would be no more couch of trust for me.

I need to pay more attention to my games. Now games could be a list or a number of things. 
1) the chase of a woman
2) attention seeking for a parent to care (and this is where i believe my world of games began)
3)the trust of a partner or friend (to the point of faking an overdose to see if they will still stay)
4) self gaming (if i do this then I am worthy of that, if I fail, I am ...)
5) this list could go on

As I write this, I see these have been my coping mechanisms. No, using these I no longer cope.

I am now in my 4th treatment, I have undergone therapy from the age of 7, I have been through many a diagnoses. Today I diagnose myself as me! Take away the addict, the bi polar, the adhd, the borderline, the co dependant, the evil, the good turns out I am just me\//\\/

So , my exhaustion today would be that over over analysing myself, by me. My head fails to stop. Instead of replacing my rapid thinking with self loathing, I can choose to embrace it. I sometimes believe these diagnosis's are gifts that teach me skills not to survive = to live.

I wouldn't choose to be mundane, I wouldn't choose anything different to now. Yes when its low, its underneath any depth I know, When its high its over every height beyond my eye. I know the balance of these things , centered in me , is beautiful, a place I have been only for seconds, a place i strife to be now, A place I know is right here, in me.

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