I am feeling really wounded today. Glad therapy is helping. After leaving my session last night I walked around the grocery store feeling like I'd been totally ripped open and completely vulnerable to everyone in the store. Stupid feelings. UGH.

It's my own fault. T tried to help calm me down at the end of my session, but I insisted upon leaving because my time was up and I didn't want to be annoying.

I am so over all of this crap.