I am embarrased to say that I have been so used to controlling and taking care of others as well as accustomed to verbal and emotional abuse that when I decided to let go I had a nervous break down. I felt so lost, lonely, hopeless as if I had no reason to continue living. At first, I was ready to take on the journey to find myself, but after thinking about it I realized that I had not idea who I was, I have been so use to defining myself through my relationships, and that is when I got an anxiety attack and had a nervous breakdown, it was like an addict going through withdraw. It has been a tough week, but I am finally recovering, I finally got the energy and motivation to finish reading Woman Who Love 2 Much, and am looking forward to recovering. I saw a therapist on Thursday, which I am not sure I am going to continue seeing, and now I am looking for a support group. This is the hardest thing I have ever gone through, you would think a tour in Iraq would be but no this is.
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