I recently undertook a 14 week DBT (Dialectical Behaviour Therapy ) group put on by my local mental health organisation. I waited a good 7 months to get in, the demand is so great. DBT is especially effective for people with borderline personality disorder, like me, but there are other types of people in my group too. The brochure states it’s for those who
have a personality disorder, have chronic adjustment difficulties, have a mood and/or anxiety disorder along with emotion regulation difficulties
It’s was a nice small group of around 10 people with three excellent instructors. There is a psychologist, a clinical social worker and a mental health clinician.
We met once a week. Every week we start with a guided meditation. Then we shared our “homework “, then moved on to the day’s lesson. The first weeks lesson was all about mindfulness and how to use it in our daily lives to help centre ourselves. I’ll post next about the second week.
DESCRIPTION: This is a 14 Week Coping Skills Group that uses a DBT skills training protocol with demonstrated effectiveness in increasing use of emotion regulaion skills and decreasing anxiety and depression symptoms in adults. Using a classroom model, the goal of the group is to teach and increase practice of skills in four domains: 1) core mindfulness, 2) distress tolerance, 3) emotion regulation, and 4) interpersonal effectiveness.
I’m not having an easy time lately. My mental health is iffy with a lot of anxiety, for months now, and depression setting in pretty hard this week. I’m in constant pain because of my back and something is going on with my CFS/ME. I’m completely drained and mostly bedridden. Because of this I missed three physiotherapy sessions, plus one of my DBT coping skills classes.
I’m so very, very frustrated . I have no answers. I just have to try to hold on, rest, get to physiotherapy and class when I’m able, and wait till January 10th to see my psychiatrist for possible solutions to lessen this gnawing anxiety and boost my mood a bit. Having my paxil poop out on me after 10 years has created a real disruption in my mood and trying all these new drugs has been a year long, not to successful trial.
My suicidal idealisation is becoming stronger each day as I feel I’m just too worn out to keep trying. If the thoughts get too strong I’ll have to go to the hospital, but I really don’t even have the motivation to deal with all that shit. Hours and hours waiting and I’m usually told there is no space, so they just increase my meds and tell me to go home. I’m just so tired of it all. I only keep going for my family. I’ll end this on a note of gratitude for them, the support they give me, the love and understanding .