I've been where you are....and sometimes I look around and find myself right back there again, despite how much strength I use to try to keep the focus on me and my situation. The pain is so real, so deep, so damaging. I hate to think that my T can't fix it all. But he can't No magic wand. No x-Ray eyes to see exactly what to fix. It's up to me and my T can be there for support in the process. That's it. And to know that brings up so much pain for me. Because I don't want to face the fact that my life is in shambles. That I have to fix it. Or come to terms with it. What my T can't provide is what was never provided for me but should've been. Even what he does provide, I didn't get. So how could I provide it for myself? Since I never got it in the first place? I think that last sentence is key and what might help to focus on. Only the pain there is so deep and wide it can only be digested a piece at a time. It sucks.