Ugh, I see T today. I've been on the verge of a panic attack since LAST NIGHT. I don't how I managed to sleep, but I did...and I woke up still in a panic at 4:30 this morning.

Too much stuff going on that mirrors things from my childhood. Nothing abusive, at all. Just fears, feelings, etc.

I know I've been saying for over a month that I don't if I can do this, but I really DON'T know. I keep showing up because I have this glimmer of hope it will get better.