I needed professional help. I felt I couldn’t deal with all these things swirling through my head; I felt like I was going to have a
I have a habit that as soon as I wake up. I turn on the TV usually to news to find out the latest, or so I thought. I subsequently found out it helped me tune out of reality – that and Cheetos.
The other morning I walked out from my room and sat upon the couch – pure silence, and suddenly I was pushed into the reality of what was happening in my life. I pondered the fact that I had no control over my destiny, and the truth that I would soon lose my husband. I felt I couldn’t deal with all these things swirling through my head; I felt like I was going to have a nervous breakdown. I needed professional help.
It was almost a panic attack. When I went to work it was not much better – I told my friend, I could not do this, I just can’t. She said what work? No life – I cannot handle this… she quietly said, “why don’t you get some professional help”? I had already been thinking about it, so I made an appointment.
I couldn’t get in for two weeks – my therapist’s name is Paul. When I had my first appointment – I walked in and just unloaded on him. I told him about my sorrows, about my life, about my situation, about my childhood, first marriage you name it. It isn’t like me at all, and I surprised myself. I obviously needed someone I could just confide in, talk to.
It felt good to get it all off my chest – just to have someone listen. Toward the end of the session, he did teach me a tool to use that if I do it will help a great deal.
It is five steps and goes like this:
I found that after going through this exercise my anxiety level was down quite a bit, and I had really overblown
the outcome of that situations…
We will resume our sessions after the holidays – when he told me he wouldn’t be in until after the holiday season I thought: No wonder there are so many suicides during the holidays! Then it’s a good thing I am not thinking about suicide.
I would never joke with him on this – he would have to report it, and then think of the mess I would be in LOL.
I just don’t understand how anybody could think any differently.
People are constantly telling me what a good person I am for taking care of my husband. Our marriage vows say, “Until Death do us Part” right?
When you love someone so much that you marry them how could you conceive of anything else. To me, it isn’t an option – if I love you, I love you forever. It doesn’t matter who you are: a spouse, parent, child. You care of them as long as humanly possible
Being a caretaker isn’t easy, and it is one of the hardest things in life: It is hard; emotionally, spiritually, physically.
Being a caretaker is a challenge and it takes its toll, but it is life. My husband didn’t ask for this condition, he should be able to live at home as long as physically possible. This gives him comfort the only stability he has left.
I lay by him at night and just kiss his face, hold his hands, feel his skin. This is so important to me; I know our time is limited, and I want to touch him, kiss him, hug him and help him as long as possible.
I know my life is about to change drastically, I don’t know how I will get through it in one piece. The one comfort I have is I do believe in life after death – and I will see him again.
That still doesn’t blunt the pain of losing him, having a totally different life what a void, there will be.