Spot on, yeah her childhood trauma is absolutely affecting pretty much every facet of her life, including her health. I have been finding it difficult to be as emotionally available as I was for the first 4-5 years, lately... ever since the first covid lockdown, really. This shit has really made my relationship harder. I'm trying, but it's draining, I sometimes feel like an empty battery... the way I charge is to hang out with friends who are happy and positive, and play music, especially for crowds. In 2019 my band was starting to take off... covid fucked that up, too. I'm so over it.
We have had a number of good sessions like you describe. A couple have been drug-aided, once I took a moderate dose of MXE and she had a bit of a breakdown and I somehow got inside her head and knew exactly what to say... we unlocked some areas that had previously been closed to me, and I also forgave her for when she had been watching my cat and didn't realize she was sick because she was depressed and basically laying in bed all day... I was away at a month-long cabin detox to get off opiates again and within hours of me coming home my cat died... as soon as I saw her, I knew she was at death's door. I was really mad at her and she felt horribly guilty and was crying daily for like 6 months... she was telling me she hated herself and was worthless and a bad person, and I managed to guide her through it and also piggyback it into exploring some childhood trauma. She was better from that for quite a while, it made a really big difference in the way she carried herself. But then her narcissistic dad forced himself back into her life and it fucked it all up. She has cut him out completely now, but the very mention of the concept of a dad makes her feel enraged. She is stuck in "I'm a victim and I'm damaged and it's too late and there's nothing I can do about it". I was an extremely good therapist that day, and I play therapist and mediator with my friends and family, it's always been my role, but I am generally not a very good therapist for her, other than someone to listen, I don't know why. I think it's because I can't really be impartial, and there are a lot of things I can't bring myself to say to her because she's always ready to turn to self-loathing at the drop of a hat.
She really needs proper therapy. She has been to 4 therapists, and always quits after at most 3 sessions and convinces herself the therapist is cruel and mean. The last time she went, she asked me to come with her so I could see for myself, and it was enlightening. Even a question like "I can see you're really upset right now, can you try to explain what thoughts you're having?" would make her completely shut down and weep. I ended up talking the whole time pretty much and the therapist said it was the first time in 3 sessions she got literally any bit of information, the other times were pretty much her holding back tears and not responding to questions. After the session, we got to the car and she was like "SEE? Wasn't she SUCH a bitch??" And I sort of just grunted and dropped it for the moment. Then like 6 months later I was tripping on 2C-N, of all the odd things, and found it gave me therapist powers, too, and we talked through that and some other things. I was able to explain to her how she was projecting onto the therapist. My good friend has a family friend who is a therapist specializing in childhood PTSD, who won a lot of awards and I've met her, she's amazing. She agreed to come out of retirement to take my girlfriend on. My girlfriend, in one of our moments of gentle confrontation, agreed to see her. But she has yet to reach out to her. I'm thinking I will have to do it, but it's like... come on. I can't fix you.
She is holding out hope for MDMA-assisted psychotherapy... which honestly she would be the ideal candidate for. She just really has yet to progress to the stage of actually being able to face her pain. I've been wrestling for a while with whether I should keep trying, because it takes a big toll on me. The thought of the rest of my life with it never ending (and likely continuing to get worse) makes me feel... tired. I love her and we have a really good relationship overall. And she has no one else, she is completely in love with me and I think I am pretty much literally everything to her. She doesn't have anyone else. The early years of our relationship were like heaven, it was amazing... she was much happier and healthier, our physical connection was nothing short of legendary, we had so much fun. But that's just a memory at this point. If she could push past this and start actually working on herself instead of just trying to ignore it and distract herself, she could get better and live a much better life, and I want that. I just don't know if it's gonna happen. I used to just think positively and assume it would, I could easily offer encouragement and at least in the moment it would help her believe, but it's so hard to now. It feels like I'm lying when I try to say don't worry, it's gonna be fine
I often find myself wishing we'd never met, these days. Which is just such a sad thing to type out. When is enough enough? Can I even be happy if I knew she was suffering and hurt and alone and feeling like nobody loves her and she deserves to be left because she's poison? If she was mean to me and took her shit out on me, like my ex-wife did, it would be easy, I'd say peace, bitch. But she's so kind to me, she looks out for me, supports me when I'm feeling sad, she's thoughtful and caring, it's only to herself that she is cruel. I almost wish she would take it out on me, but she wouldn't ever do that.
There are plenty of good days or even good weeks. But it's always right under the surface. Fuck abusive parents.
I appreciate your words.

That got a lot longer than I expected. I gotta go to bed, I have to play a show tomorrow night, what the hell, it's way later than I thought it was.