I told my therapist yesterday that I didn’t know that there was really a point in trying to get an apartment or something, particularly if I would need any sort of assisted living sort of thing, and he said, “Well, sometimes it motivates people to get a job.” Yeah… I did manage to keep a job for over a year, but I was self-harming on a daily basis for much of that and was hospitalized four times in a year for mental health reasons. And that was much ECT and chemotherapy ago, plus I never even got to the interview stage before I had a huge gap in my employment history (including the two jobs I eventually got, they didn’t have any interview, one just had me fill out some paperwork and then start the next day and the other only had me come in with a few other people for an introductory presentation or video (don’t remember which) before starting). And much of my depression comes from feeling like nothing but a burden and from not being able to support myself, and we just discussed last time that I really need to be doing things so I have something else to focus on. For some reason, I don’t think motivation is the problem here. I reminded him of just the first note, and he nodded and said, “Well, okay.” Then started talking about other clients (which he does a fair bit with me, but not naming anybody). I really need to observe to him that we don’t ever really do any therapy anymore, and then remind him that that’s what I’m here for every time he changes the subject. But usually when appointment time rolls around, I’m feeling far too passive to do that.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"