Lionne and ashestophoenix - thanks so much for your gentle replies. I will go back to them many times when I realize I need to be compassionate with myself.
I do have an IC counselor I see once a week; I am authorized to see him six times a month through our insurance, which sucks. I'm not even submitting the sessions with the trauma specialist as I'm pretty sure they won't pay. We also have our MC we see once a week. I see my psychiatrist once every few weeks, depending on how I'm doing. I tried acupuncture several years ago when I went through my last bout of debilitating anxiety; it didn't help. I am a member of a meditation group led by a Buddhist priest that meets once a week. I get a massage once a week for 90 minutes; work out with a trainer twice a week and do Pilates twice a week. So as you can see, I'm not sitting around trying to do nothing about my anxiety (not that I think any of you are saying that), but my insurance company still thinks I just need more CBT and DBT. And yes, when I hear people like my brother or a friend say (regarding all my appointments), "When are you going to be done with all of that?" or "Do you ever do anything fun or find any joy in anything?", it hurts, like I could just move on with my life if I made up my mind to do so or left my husband.
And yes, ashestophoenix, I am also dealing with having two brothers die twelve days apart back in early February. I wasn't particularly close to them, but nonetheless, it was such a shock and the repairing the marriage work got put on the back burner, because I could only process one major thing at a time and the second brother's funeral wasn't until 3/22, so just a month ago. I guess when I write it out, in that perspective, only being a month to be expected to process so much is sort of unrealistic.
The trauma specialist I'm seeing works in a large clinic where they have many professionals that offer things like EMDR, using imagery, etc. I've only met with her four times now; she's still getting to know me, so she's not quite ready to make any recommendations for anything. This past week I wanted to spend our session talking about what exactly is PTSD, how does it manifest itself, and particularly how is it manifesting itself in me. When I told her about my PRN use of Xanax, she said she thought it sounded like a good plan, that I just have a biochemical disposition to react to stress this way.
One of the things H and I talked about last night was sadness. Throughout this whole ordeal, I've been pretty much willing and able to express all the other emotions - anger, pain, violation, rage, etc. However, I think due to my history of depression and having to have ECT, I've pushed away the sadness. Any time I kept going to that place, I'd push it aside and say to myself, "I'm not going to go there," because I didn't want to take a step near that dark hole I know I'm capable of going to. So now I'm wondering if suppressing the sadness is part of the anxiety. I started to think about this last night and realize the biggest thing I'm sad for is all the lost years H and I didn't have due to his unwillingness to get into recovery - I'd say (embarrassingly) I discovered about 20+ years ago that we were heading in different directions when it came to recovery - I was in it; he wasn't. But I stuck around, probably a big part having to do with our children (who are now launched adults) and a fear of being alone. At times I didn't know if I loved him. In fact, he will say at the time, he was able to justify the acting out because he wasn't feeling appreciated, valued, and loved from me, BUT he says none of those were justifications for acting out. I finally admitted to him a couple of weeks ago that he probably had every right to feel those feelings, because I didn't appreciate him, I didn't value him, I wasn't sure if I loved him, but I agree with him, it was no excuse to act out. I have to own what I did and how I treated him. So now part of that sadness is realizing we lost all those years, and now, in our mid to late 50s, we have no idea how much time we will have to make up for all that lost time. Aside from the sex addiction and his recovery from that, he is now engaged in this marriage in ways that probably 75% of spouses in marriages probably aren't. And for that, I am extremely grateful.
It's like Esther Perel suggests, that marriage you thought you had is gone; that was your first marriage; if you choose recovery/repair, that's your second marriage. So perhaps I've never grieved the loss of the first marriage and there is still some sadness I haven't addressed.
Would love to know how you all have seen and dealt with sadness in your situations.