I'm gong to go see a therapist later today for the first time in a long time (May 11 at 4pm) and I have to admit I'm more then a little worried about it. I know that in order for therapy to work that I have to be completely honest with him and I'm not entirely sure I can do it. I mean do you really understand what completely honest is? Do you realize how intimate and personal that is?
It means I have to tell him about things that I can not excuse. About things that I am ashamed of and that embarrass me beyond belief. About things that I hate about myself and about things that keep me up at night. I mean it's not as simple as they show in the comedy movies where the shrink asks why you hate your mother (and it doesn't seem to matter if you do or not). It's about real world things like how do feel about leaving your children and not paying all of your child support and how do you justify your actions over the past 20 plus years, those that were selfish and those that you did out of survival and what the hell are you going to do to change the past?
It's about how do you feel about being married to a woman (that I loved more then I thought it was possible to love another human being) who was bi-polar and why weren't you as able to deal with it strongly like people in movies who could overcome anything. It's about where did you fail and how did that hurt three of your kids. It's about the stupidity of thinking that I would be the one person who could not only deal with being married to a woman with a real mental illness, but that I at one time had the arrogance to think that if I just tried hard enough, that I could bring her around and her and our children could have had a happy normal life. It's about the incredible crash that happens when it doesn't work.
How can I tell that to someone? How can I tell a stranger that I failed? How can I tell a stranger about the night after night of playing Yahtzee when she was manic (and trying to work at the same time) and then watching her sleep for literally days at a time? How can I tell someone about having to drag her back into the house in the middle of snow storm because she wanted to walk out into the woods and die or the time she proposed that we kill our two sons and then ourselves? Or the time she spent 3 months in the state hospital over Christmas because she threw herself in front of a car, that happened to be driven by an off-duty deputy sheriff? If I ever see our kids again, how can I tell them about thier mother, without them blaming me for letting it happen to her?
I'm trying hard to take the next step and I'm going to do my best, but I can't help feeling that it'll be another failure and that (at 53) maybe it's just time to let it all go. That I won't be able to go through with it. That sometimes I think it's better to take the medication necessary to hold everything inside, rather then to peel that scab off again.





