I have been going to a mental health group titled “Intermediate Treatment Group” (which means nothing, other than it’s a step below “Intensive Treatment Group,” which I have also attended when the times were rougher). I have been going Mon-Wed-Fri for an hour, and it’s an hour’s drive round trip.
I have learned a lot from this group, like how to better manage my time and how to be more productive. How to set goals. How to create activities that help to achieve said goals. I’m at the point where I get it. I’ve been through the entire manual almost twice, and the teachings have sunk into my otherwise-addled brain.
As of October 28th (I know that by looking back in my blog, which is the main reason I write), I was wanting to continue with group and had decided such. Now, just eight days later, I think the time has come to finish things up. I wonder to myself how it is that I’ve come to this conclusion. I really do feel the group is helpful, but I also feel that I have “reached max benefits,” as they call it.
And that’s what I would call it, as well. I can gain nothing further by continuing to go to group. I’ve been through the material more than once and I genuinely have that, “I get it!” feeling. I have been much more productive, I have been better about structuring my time, and I am reaching out socially (although on an Internet-based level, I still feel it counts).
And that is what they want you to take away from completing group. I’m there. I’ve reached the finish line. I think my therapist will be okay with it. I recently went from seeing her weekly to seeing her every other week, and that has been a huge relief, because I really don’t care for her, which is another blog in and of itself.
I have a lot to keep me busy. I have a house to maintain, relationships to keep up, a small but important workweek, and goals I hope to achieve. And as I learned in group, having goals means you need to have activities to achieve these goals.
My life has been broken into little, easy-to-swallow pieces and there would have been a time in my life where I resented that. I am more accepting of my limitations now. I know I will never have a high-powered or high-stress job. I know that I might always need more support than the average bear. I consigned myself to a lifetime of medication and pdoc appointments a long time ago, and I realize that I might need a bit of talk therapy here and there throughout the course of my life.
I’m okay with all of that, on most days. Sure, there are the days where I rage against it all, but those are coming fewer and farther between. I attribute that to having loving, caring, and, most of all, accepting people around me. I really feel like I can move on from where I’ve been stuck the last while and do something great.
I don’t know what that “great” thing will be, but you’ll be the first to know when I figure it out. 😀