Hi guys,
So yesterday was my boyfriend's long awaited graduation day. All in all, it was a really beautiful day, nothing went wrong, he didn't trip up the stairs (ha!), lots of lovely pics in the warm sunshine etc etc. His parents treated us to a dinner afterwards which was so nice, and then later that evening people gathered at his and his friends' flat for drinks and celebrations.
For half of the day I was really genuinely enjoying myself, despite knowing the place would be full to the brim with people, especially the dozens of people that Jamie knows and is friends with. For the other half, towards the end of the day, I felt that black cloud looming over me, and sticking. Before yesterday I gave myself a little prep talk, and warned myself to let Jamie have his special day and to not let anything ruin that. But I suppose with me, once I start having the negative feelings and thoughts, it's very very difficult to change that around again.
It ended up with me, him and his uni friends all going out to this bar, where I spent half of the evening crying in a toilet cubicle with various bad thoughts running through my mind. "His friends don't like me/I'm never going to make it to my graduation as I'll just fail everything/He's got it all sorted and I'm a mess" etc etc. I was trying so hard to seem okay but Jamie, knowing me so well, could see that I wasn't good and kept trying to get me to tell him what was up. In the end we ended up walking back to his, me in tears, not really able to explain properly why I was in such a state (as per). We talked a lot, and as always Jamie was incredibly patient and understanding (which I can never thank him enough for- I always tell him he deserves better). After both feeling better after getting it all out, we went on to the nearby club where all his friends already were, very drunk. We were both quite sober after the big meal so stayed for a couple of hours and then caught a taxi home.
Today has been great, we went to a local farm and had a nice lunch in the sun. So it's not like the previous night had made things awkward, or uncomfortable. It was just, as Jamie said 'a blip'. I always apologise endlessly to Jamie after something like this, but he always tells me not to be sorry, that it's fine/normal/perfectly okay etc. I can't help but feel so guilty now though- I asked him if I'd ruined his big day but he told me not to be silly, that I was part of making it so special. But I can't help thinking that this is simply a new low for me... and what with a festival and family holiday with him on the way, I'm desperately trying to will myself not to do the same thing then and potentially ruin something so great. It's like I'm watching myself from the outside sometimes, knowing how bad I'm being, but not being able to do anything about it.
I have my first CBT session with my new therapist tomorrow. I really really hope going to these starts to help me, and make everything better. xxx