The truth is that most days I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.
The truth is I think I live from one therapy appointment to another….and in between the 2 appts a week, and the 3 emails, I am barely breathing.
The truth is I don’t feel stable right now, and I’m scared about DT’s vacation.
The truth is I am afraid I cannot keep all of us safe while she is gone this weekend, and next week.
The truth is there are too many of us trying to live here, in one body and there is no cohesiveness.
The truth is I don’t know if I *trust* this process at all.
The truth is I make no false ‘promises’ of safety for next week.
The truth is I’m already scared
The truth is I hate myself for depending on her at all!!!!
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