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,…

Who is My Mother? Part III (Sort of)

Ah, clearly I’ve been working myself up to Part III, my mother in my teenage years. And now that I’m here, I want to back out. Never mind, I think. It’s all old news, anyway. She did what she felt she could at the time, and some of it wasn’t enough for me. End of story. Though of…