Hi all:
Izzy: Don't buy that label (disconnected from your feelings). That is an actual feeling called.....numbness. People experience that lot's of times.....in times of stress and trauma etc, and it is quite common. I fail to see how labelling you as the most disconnected she has met is helpful. Makes me wonder about your T, for sure.
Instead......allow yourself to feel numb (by that I mean.....tell yourself it's ok to feel that way). Once you accept that you're not some alien and that you're ok......I bet you'll start to feel more. Ofcourse, I'm no expert but the fact that you think you don't have anything to offer anyone sounds like you do feel something.
And that something is........
sad
worthless
empty
useless
etc.
Been there. Done that. Please accept a large, huge big ((((((((((((((hug)))))))))))))))).
You have plenty to offer Izzy. You are a worthy and valuable human being. If you decide your T is not helping, please find another who is more for you......for building you up.....not labelling you and keeping you down (don't know if that's what your T is doing or not but it sure appears that way, from what you wrote).
Here's something that made me smile.
The Optimist There is a story of identical twins. One was a hope- filled optimist. "Everything is coming up roses!" he would say. The other twin was a sad and hopeless pessimist. He thought that Murphy, as in Murphy's Law, was an optimist. The worried parents of the boys brought them to the local psychologist.
He suggested to the parents a plan to balance the twins' personalities. "On their next birthday, put them in separate rooms to open their gifts. Give the pessimist the best toys you can afford, and give the optimist a box of manure." The parents followed these instructions and carefully observed the results.
When they peeked in on the pessimist, they heard him audibly complaining, "I don't like the color of this computer . . I'll bet this calculator will break . . . I don't like the game . . . I know someone who's got a bigger toy car than this . . ."
Tiptoeing across the corridor, the parents peeked in and saw their little optimist gleefully throwing the manure up in the air. He was giggling. "You can't fool me! Where there's this much manure, there's gotta be a pony!"
Author Unknown
Isn't the way we think powerful?
Sela
