Today was one of those where therapy did not help at all and has made me feel worse than I did 12 hours ago. I guess not every session is going to be life changing.
I can’t even put into words how I am feeling right now tbh. But they made me say something out loud and well fuck did that hit home. So my tactic this evening is; crawl under my weighted blanket and exist. Until sleep takes me.
Its just a storm, it will eventually blow over.










