Well, I just dove in with reckless abandon. I think overall the session went well, but I did leave wondering if this therapy thing is really working for me. I know I will be better for doing it in the long run, but right now I am spinning my wheels. I had made some decent progress until a month ago when I received some unfortunate news that has really sent me off the deep end. I'm just not sure what the point of life is anymore. I mean really, is it just so you can get slapped with immense heartache after heartache? In the last month I have lost the will to do just about everything. I have begun considering medication (T thinks it will help) but I am SOOOO scared of starting meds. Just really lost right now and not talking to anyone about it other than T. My husband doesn't even know how bad I feel on a daily basis.

thanks for reading.