After a long phone conversation with a dear friend, I realized that I was being unconsciously triggered by the way I just rearranged the furniture in my bedroom, and then on top of that got nailed with the insight about being angry with my mother PLUS got bad news about my feet and the upcoming surgery in July.

I'm still freaking out some, but figuring all that out helped some. And after I finally got to sleep last night I slept for 10 hours, which is good.

I know I should be journaling this out, to express things, but I feel very resistant to taking pen to paper or even typing it out in a formal way. Most of my thoughts are scattered across emails to said dear friend and some here.

Becca