Sometimes when I'm doing big stuff in therapy, I go silent. It's hard to talk about what's going on inside.

I am trying with T to imagine a different ending to the trauma. I've read that Ts do this with kids all the time to help them feel more in control. He is trying to get me to draw what happened and a different ending. It's hard. I feel stupid. I feel like a kid. I feel like the kid who this happened to.