I haven’t talked with my therapist in over 3? weeks. She called me once to set up a phone session but my mom was sick with a 101° fever and I’d just found out. Mom turned out to be fine, but I haven’t reached back out since.
I’ve been vibrating. I shake. I’m out of work, because dental offices are closed and my unemployment pay is good. I don’t feel worried about covid? Working in healthcare, you learn to follow infection control and not think about it beyond that. I take all the precautions I always have. I follow my training.
My husband asks me why I’m shaking. When I shrug, he says “we are in a pandemic” as if it’s reasonable that I shake like I scared chihuahua.
But, I don’t care about corona. Like, yeah. People are sick. I know that it’s awful. Rationally & objectively. But emotionally I can not access it.
I don’t like myself. I don’t like where I am in life. I don’t like the family that raised me. I don’t like the way I react to otherwise normal situations. How can I care about chaos in the world when I car door closing makes my heart jump out of my chest? When my husband walking through the house normally makes my whole body tense? How can he understand it has *nothing* to do with him, or the world outside as to why I’m always on edge?
It’s frustrating. I feel so invisible. Alone. Broken and not worth the monumental work to get somewhat close to normal.