Sometimes therapy helps, sometimes it doesn't. I've been through at least 6 or 7 therapists in the last 10 years. I learned a lot during those first few years...and occasionally, some new revelation pops up. But, I know all about my dysfunctional childhood and my alcoholic father. Re-hashing all of that again with a new counselor just doesn't seem to have any benefit. The bottom line is that it always comes back to me to make the changes...change negative habits and thought patterns...stop the negative tapes that keep repeating in my head...take my med's (which I do), eat right, exercise, (I do these, too) and get a good amount of sleep (when I can actually sleep).
The frustrating thing is that I have been doing all of these things for over a year, and I've still had this latest bout come over me. One good thing is that it definitely has not gotten as bad as in the past.
Over the last month or two, I've been trying to recall the last time I really felt actual happiness or exhuberance over some event. I'm 39 and the only time I remember was the birth of my first son 10+ years ago. Before that, I have to go back 20 years or more to my teenage years. I can go through the motions and laugh and partially enjoy things, but there just doesn't seem to be that ability to let loose and be filled with joy, or excitement...or really any other emotion for that matter. It's almost like that ability has just completely left me.
Enough ranting for now.
Jim