I'm... scared I suppose. That's not an emotion I'm used to facing if I'm honest. Not like this at least. I have always had anxiety but usually in the context of something irrational, phobias, panic attacks, flashbacks etc. In fact for most of my life I've seemingly had a dysfunctional radar for actual danger.
These days I'm on edge. Sometimes I can pinpoint a valid reason like the fact that it's the end of fucking May and I'm entering the time of year associated with my abusive ex. But a lot of the time I'm just thinking to much of the future.
I submitted an application to a treatment program that's equipped to treat someone like me, that has both substance dependence and severe mental illness, but the more steps I take towards getting admitted there the more terrified I get.
I can name 20000 reasons to be scared. I have to open up to and be honest with an unfamiliar therapist, I have to leave my animals in the care of my shitty family, there's a chance my alters will become more active and I'll have to deal with them, there's a chance they won't and I'll feel alone for the rest of my life, there's a chance the treatment program will be bad, there's a chance the treatment program won't help, there's a chance once it's done I won't have the resources to move out and will have to go back to an abusive living situation (where I'll inevitably relapse).
I'm falling into a pit of why bother, I have a terrible track record. If mental health treatment helped me I wouldn't be as screwed up as I am by now. I promised people I would go, one of my partners isn't even willing to stay with me if I don't get sober. And I can't lose him nor can I live like this forever but god I can't bring myself to do what it takes to improve things either.
I know life isn't inherently bad, I know I'm not permanently broken, I know it can get better but I have to be able to do what it takes to make that happen. And I don't know if I am. I'm not sure what I expect from this I really just needed to vent, but as always input is welcome.
These days I'm on edge. Sometimes I can pinpoint a valid reason like the fact that it's the end of fucking May and I'm entering the time of year associated with my abusive ex. But a lot of the time I'm just thinking to much of the future.
I submitted an application to a treatment program that's equipped to treat someone like me, that has both substance dependence and severe mental illness, but the more steps I take towards getting admitted there the more terrified I get.
I can name 20000 reasons to be scared. I have to open up to and be honest with an unfamiliar therapist, I have to leave my animals in the care of my shitty family, there's a chance my alters will become more active and I'll have to deal with them, there's a chance they won't and I'll feel alone for the rest of my life, there's a chance the treatment program will be bad, there's a chance the treatment program won't help, there's a chance once it's done I won't have the resources to move out and will have to go back to an abusive living situation (where I'll inevitably relapse).
I'm falling into a pit of why bother, I have a terrible track record. If mental health treatment helped me I wouldn't be as screwed up as I am by now. I promised people I would go, one of my partners isn't even willing to stay with me if I don't get sober. And I can't lose him nor can I live like this forever but god I can't bring myself to do what it takes to improve things either.
I know life isn't inherently bad, I know I'm not permanently broken, I know it can get better but I have to be able to do what it takes to make that happen. And I don't know if I am. I'm not sure what I expect from this I really just needed to vent, but as always input is welcome.