Well... this sucks.
With the help of C and our session today I think I've reached a plateau of sorts. I think I have healed as much as I can, at least for this point in my life.
That's great. That's cause for celebration.
At least it should be.
Our session ended just 30 minutes ago, and I've been sitting on my bed crying since I hung up the phone.
I'm proud of myself. There was a time when I didn't think I'd reach this place and I thought that when I finally did I know it. Dancing down the street know it.
I do know it though. And I guess I've known it for a while now because I haven't been able to write, I haven't been able to talk about it and I don't really think about it that much anymore. I can sleep without nightmares, I'm not rocked with flashbacks.
Yet, I'm terrified....