Thanks, Anika! Heheh, psych said to get more sleep too.

What a couple of days. Was on strong verge of crying all day at work Weds. Didn't quite know why. Had psych appt. It was pretty obvious I needed to go back sooner than later. As I didn't have work, I made it for the very next day (today). In the interim? BF launched on me. Even though I knew the diatribe was unfair and loaded with wild exaggeration, it still hurt like hell.

Appointment today was hands down the most intense I've ever had. Man, did I ever let go. I am usually very guarded. It was like dominoes. One wall after another crashing. (Crying right now just thinking on it.) I was a mess. It was like I put every fear and insecurity right out on the table. Holy ****. (Maybe not every, but lots. And major.)

So, came out dazed, and had to wait awhile to drive. Came home to a warm hug. Did that ever feel good! Then I walked in the door. A bunch of BF's favorite things are off the wall and a shelf of stuff too. I just laid down numb. Now...the meaning is not entirely clear. And I'm really not up to asking. (There are essentially 3 possibilities.)

The rest of the day was... not that unusual. Rather unexpectedly so, but a relief for sure, because my mental is exhausted.