Dug Myself Into A Hole. Again.

My emotions are so raw and close to the surface. I am so in need of care and comfort. I think I am conveying this to my therapist, but she isn’t seeing it, or her responses are too clinical or (my great fear, of course), she doesn’t want to meet it. Or, most likely explanation,…

A Letter To My Wounded Self

Dear Younger Self, I wish I’d been around for you back then, back when you were a single mom, with an aggressively hostile ex-husband, two upset young children, a difficult job, a low salary, unprocessed memories of abuse and a profound sense of loneliness. I would love to have helped you back then. In particular,…