Therapy was rough today. I feel drained and jittery and ... exposed. Revisited some places I never wanted to see again. It was hard, but I got through it. Apparently I have a lot of suppressed grief. I guess I let some of that go this afternoon. Right now I just want to curl up in bed and cry. Preferably with someone holding me, but that's never going to happen.
Next appointment is in a week, and I secured sessions for the rest of February. I'm resolved to do what I can to move forward and LIVE.