I didn't talk about the shame from the rape....but I did talk about eating disorders....and my ex. I have so much more I need to talk about, but I only have 50 minutes-an hour at most. And I go once a week...I need to go 2 or 3 times a week....
I'm so broken. It feels like I'm together, held in pieces, by anger and disappointment...like my emo walls are what keeps the pieces from falling out of place. Oh well.
I'm feeling so kind of way. I'm ok, but underneath it all.....I'm feeling something out of place....something isn't right....