Overcoming???
Somewhere here I read a statement regarding looking at what we have overcome in life. I may still be breathing after all these years, but I cannot honestly say I overcame anything. Can’t even call it survival. I get more and more miserable every second I still breathe.
What is , might as well just say, fifty years of trauma and misery and wrong decisions? It is not perseverance. I’m inclined to say stupidity.
I have been to hundreds of different therapists and the last few I have seen have been a wash due to my inability to give a darn anymore. I have done so many different “exercises” and yes, some have helped (with some modifications) . Though most are of no help to me at all.
I have no desire for anything at all. I know therapy is a two way street and the path I am on is basically the width of a high wire cable, definitely a one way path. My “transmission” is broken, it is stuck in “granny” gear and no reverse.
I should stop rambling now, I am way off topic and my brain flickers are extreme right now.