yesterday my therapist asked me what my goals are for the future and my inability to formulate hardly any hit me like a slap in the face. i was hit with this massive wave of realization that other than possibly going back to school for a PhD, i don't have any. and i haven't had any in a long time.
i remember being 19 in college and sobbing to my then-boyfriend, who had raped me by that point, that i didn't see making it to 20. i did, obviously, and have lived a decade beyond that. but it doesn't really feel like i've actually lived.
my therapist's question came in the middle of us discussing that i probably need to go back on antidepressants. i feel flat, grey, all the time. anhedonia. i can feel joy but it feels muted, like i'm feeling what joy seems like rather than what it actually is. these are feelings i've struggled with since i was 19.
i remember feeling real, genuine joy so frequently before i was raped. it was a hallmark of my life and i was so privileged to feel it all the time. it's devastating to really look at your life and realize you haven't felt that consistently for a decade. and to realize that you've been so deeply mired in trauma from the past that the idea of looking forward beyond the next month is so inconceivable.
i'm tired of not being happy. i'm tired of this thing, this trauma from being raped and from being so traumatized by being traumatized, that spills over and into every crack of my life like water. it feels like there is no part of my life that is untouched.
i want a full, sincere, brilliant life filled with meaning, and purpose, and contentment and true happiness. after we talked about me not having future goals, my therapist asked if i felt a purpose in life, or if life felt meaningful. i said no. no to both. not in a "i want to kill myself" type of way, but in a "what's really the point of all this" type of way.
i know i owe it to myself to try to get better. i think medication is something i probably really need again. because i am seriously fooling myself if i think i'm really "recovered" from what's happened to me.