Me too hanginon, me too.

I have perfected that art of being put together and perfect. My T just ditched me. Just about the most painful experience I have ever personally had. And I was still able to compartmentalize and show up to my new job and look the part. Inside I was a terrible mess but no one would ever know it though.

I am tired of the pretending and the lonliness. And I am scared of facing all of it too.

And I don't know how to leave things in the session. It all seems to spill over into the rest of my life. In the past I have journaled but to retain the sessions not to leave the charged nature behind. I guess I think the work happens between the sessions too.

Hang in there.