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Mar. 5th, 2007 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[There's some kind of mental block that keeps me from writing, I swear. I keep the update window open, even type a few words here, half a sentence there, I want to write, I believe I should write, but I end up clicking around aimlessly, refreshing my flist, refreshing YouTube in order to check whether a certain kind soul has uploaded another episode of Oz yet (*), looking for decent Torchwood (**) fic... And. Just. Can't. Write. Blockade, avoiding, and I'm not quite sure what exactly it is I am avoiding. My life, most likely.]
So, the story about how I finally came to see a therapist. A few weeks ago my aunt, whom (for complicated personal & family-related reasons there's no point going into at this junction) I haven't seen or spoken to in years, suddenly turned up at work, and after an initial moment of guilt and panic it was really easy when I 'd imagined horrible awkwardness, silence and apologies for I never really knew what, and we decided to meet for coffee. Again, uncomplicated; we had a long talk about family, personal issues, the past, my struggling with depression. And it surprised me how easily I could talk about my problems with her, even after more than five years of silence, in the way I just can't with my parents. More importantly, what was so wonderful and, in a way, helpful to me, was that with her I didn't feel guilty, or weak, or unreasonable or as if I've failed expectations in some way, as I invariable do with my parents, even if no such accusations are made. She gave me the feeling (probably partly because she's been a social worker and has experience with such things) that what I have are legitimate problems with actual reasons, rooted in my family situation, whereas my father only told me I must think positive, when I said that life had no meaning for me, and my mother reacts with helpless awkwardness.
It meant a lot, being actually able to talk about this, and getting understanding. Being told that I'm moving in the right direction, even if it isn't easy. Getting a little more clarity, and the confirmation that I can maybe move away from this, find my own path. And while I have to keep in mind that her perspective isn't unbiased, either, she gives me an outside perspective on the mess that was/is my family, which is also very helpful.
Also, going back in time with someone I've last talked to before the worst of depression hit, made me realise that I really have changed over the last years, even if it often doesn't feel like that, even if I still feel so stuck; how much distance I've gained, how much introspection. More mature at least in some ways, more open, willing and able to address and talk about certain issues.
She called me a few days later and gave me the name of a friend of hers, a therapist she knew from work, and that put just enough pressure on me to actually overcome my cowardice and lethargy and pick up the phone and call, although I don't like to consider what it says about my level of grown-up-ness that I needed to be practically - not dragged screaming and kicking, not quite that -, but certainly given a hard shove to actually seek out help. I just really hope this will help. I'm tired of this minimalistic half-life I'm leading, being stuck in this limbo-esque space, and perhaps this will help me being able to take the necessary step forward.
On a lighter note, you know you've watched too many tv shows with fantasy and/or supernatural elements when your first thought on hearing (in the context of an entirely different, more or less reality based show; Oz ) that a woman murdered her daughter because she believed she was possessed by the devil is not 'She is clearly insane and ought to be in a mental institution and not on death row'(***), but that you actually give the idea half a semi-conscious thought until someone else on tv says just that, and you catch yourself and mentally go oops...
(*) Oh dear. And here I'd thought I'd shipped fucked-up couples before. And just when I was mentally complaining that it turned a little soap-opera-esque in S4, they come up with an episode like Cuts Like A Knife, which had me literally gasping and holding my breath for the last ten minutes or so, because. Oh. My. God.
(**) Full fangirl mode. ::sigh:: Scoured the internet & now have a pretty Gwen wallpaper on my desktop and lots of others in my screen-saver folder, which I will happily stare at changing for minutes, oh yes. I can't even pin-point why this show struck such a chord with me - it's not all that original; too Buffy/Angel-esque at times (But hey, if you're going to
(***) Not that anyone should be, IMO, regardless of the state of their mental health, in case this doesn't go without saying.
(****) Footnote of footnote, JW can convince me of almost anything, but this is one of the two instances where I really feel he is jerking some characters around too hard only to achieve a certain effect/story-line for others. (The other instance would be Gunn, Fred and Cordelia so immediately and wholly turning on Wesley in AtS S3, in order to set off his angsty S3/4 arc and his relationship with Lilah.)
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Date: 2007-03-06 02:00 pm (UTC)