Another BS.
We've stalled out a couple times. Partly due to false R, multiple DDay's and him needing to dig deep into his shit.
Part of it, due to ME needing to dig into my own shit.
I recognized I needed to dig deeper. Hell I was in IC before his A's ever came out. I love IC. However, I think it was fear and the fact that I was spiraling SO FAR out of control I just didn't know where to begin to stop that spiral.
So back in April, after dealing with two major death's (my bio father who was a pedophile and my grandmother who helped raise me) and having to deal with that trauma loss, in addition to only being 6-8 months from DDay#2, recovering from my FWH's job loss, his A's, his SA, etc. I just freaking LOST it. I honestly think I was *this* close to needing to be admitted.
I went to IC one day and just had the verbal vomit. She then basically gave me a step by step plan, which at that moment, I needed desperately because *I* could not figure out what I needed to do myself.
She suggested I change med from Zoloft to Lexapro (huge change for me, positive). Then, she told me I needed to set ONE goal for myself each day, and follow through. It could be as simple as making dinner. Just one damn goal and do it. It gave me a sense of accomplishment. Instead of laying in bed each day focusing on my misery. She then gently told me, I needed a hobby. I needed to change my focus. Because, I'd lost myself these past two years. I'd been a shell of who I had been before the A's.
So, I left feeling like, okay...I have a game plan. I have these steps to follow. Awesome.
First up, I made dinner that night. First goal. Each day I wrote out a goal and I kept it. One day was taking the kids to the library. One day was just going to the doctors. Hell, that was an accomplishment at that time.
I did discuss my med change with my dr. I wrote out my concerns so I wouldn't have too much anxiety when I got there.
Then, I started getting my hobby's back. At first? It was reading a book that had NOTHING to do with infidelity. Just something for ME. Then I started getting back into more activities that I hadn't done in two years. God it felt great.
But, the thing was...I couldn't have done it on my own at that time, because I was floundering so bad. I needed someone to guide me. I just needed a direction and once I had that, I was golden.
I still have my moments, I did this week because it's anti-versary time. But I'm much much better than I was. I told my FWS what the plan was and that I needed him to support me and he did. He was actually glad to have some direction too for me and would ask me how my goals were going.
Not sure if that will work for your BH, but it really helped for me. IC has been my life saver. When I'm lost...it just helps me find focus again.