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I just wanted to post here just to say to someone that I'm feeling really bad right now.
Does it always get worse before it gets better?
Sometimes I wonder if there is even a point in talking about it.
I talked to my therapist today. We've been going into the last time I was raped. I guess we start at the end and work backwards. This one happened during the fall so it's been on my mind lately.
I felt okay while I was telling her but when I left therapy I felt sad & numb at once.
I'm feeling really bad, really extra hypervigilant & irritable and I want to be alone but I don't.
Remembering how brutal he was with me and how cruel he was and how much he took from me... remembering it, saying it out loud, makes it feel awful. I feel so ashamed and so disgusting and disgusted at once. I don't even know what I think right now.
Does it always get worse before it gets better?
Sometimes I wonder if there is even a point in talking about it.
I talked to my therapist today. We've been going into the last time I was raped. I guess we start at the end and work backwards. This one happened during the fall so it's been on my mind lately.
I felt okay while I was telling her but when I left therapy I felt sad & numb at once.
I'm feeling really bad, really extra hypervigilant & irritable and I want to be alone but I don't.
Remembering how brutal he was with me and how cruel he was and how much he took from me... remembering it, saying it out loud, makes it feel awful. I feel so ashamed and so disgusting and disgusted at once. I don't even know what I think right now.
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
maybe i'll go play my piano for a while, or something.