I was dreading my session with my T yesterday. Childhood abuse that was surfacing for several months broke through a few weeks ago and I told him the whole story. Those weeks before the session were torture. The headaches were the worst. I thought I was going to collapse into a puddle of tears during my session while I explained my mother's cruelty. But it all came out, tears were shed, and I didn't fall apart. My T was an angel and talked me through it very gently.

I feel a huge weight has been lifted and I can begin to move forward. I'm still a little shaky and headachy, but I'm seeing my psychiatrist tomorrow and have to tell him too. Maybe he'll give me something for the headaches.