Hope OP is doing better, sucks to get robbed on top of everything else in life. When I feel the dark curtain of depression drawing closed sometimes I take the advice of an old country doctor, eat some raw potato. Don't know what compound may be at work but amazingly it seems to help, better than alcohol anyways.
Like the military says, if it's stupid but it works then it's not stupid.
Best of luck and be careful out there.
Last edited by jcorb; 08-20-2022 at 11:28 AM.
Reason: clarity
Hey guys, I am doing good, as well as can be expected I guess.
Still looking to get therapy, but for some f****** reason I get matched up with someone who wants me to admit my mistakes in why these people I loved died.
That's a major problem, I loved them , and they died , it wasn't my fault.
But for some reason I'm expected to take some blame.
Is that some sort of therapy technique I need to understand?
I know my dad and mom were old and it was expected, but my son wasn't.
I guess it isn't expected to want to punch Jesus /God in the throat for that and lose all my faith.
But in any case, thank you all for your messages, I truly do appreciate it.
Maybe I ought to turn this into a blog rather than the rambling posts I have made.
Good to hear.
Keep changing therapists until you find one you can work with. No, they should not be pissing you off at this stage. They should be helping you find ways to deal with your anger and depression--not exacerbating it by pointing fingers if that is what they are doing.
The thing is, he's a religious leader in one of these churches that are , to me, over the top.
I equate it to radical christianity.
He called himself a priest, and inserted himself into a conversation I was having with a "community" counselor.
Which I think really wasn't true when you have spiritual leaders involved, basically overseeing the event.
I was talking to the counselor, asking questions about treatments and this dickhead comes over and wants to tell me about how I need Jesus and ask forgiveness.
I tell him to back off, but then he said something about my son didn't respect religion and thats why he's gone.
I honestly don't remember the details, I just know i popped him in the stomach and told him to **** off.
Security came over and thankfully saw my side of the story more than his.
He left, and I soon left afterward because it soon became apparent that I've got to be at fault for me to move on from my trauma.
At least with these counseling methods.
And they wanna throw god in there too.
So the search goes on.
But I will say I have a great group of friends that let me vent without too much judgement.
Some family as well, but the surprising thing is its members I really didnt expect.
The ones I thought would be understanding have been noticeably absent.
