Almost every day, I say "Please! Somebody wake me up from this nightmare!". The other day, I told my T "I think I've died and I went to hell. This must be what hell feels like!" Remembering all of this stuff can be so overwhelming. Mentally and physically exhausting.

But, the good news is that these thoughts and feelings are pretty short-lived. I'm learning to just ignore the non-believers and surround myself with supportive people. The negative people just drag you down, suck up all your energy and waste all your time. All they do is mess your head up and slow down your healing time.

I'm hanging in there! And no more pushing the memories. And no drug-assisted interviews for me!