I was sitting in my t office listening to me cry about having hit a bird with my car on my way to therapy. When it happened I had no feelings, than I started thinking about why I had no feelings about. I was sad for the bird but than moved right into what do you do mode. By the time I got into session I was withdrawn, quite, very sad. My t asked me about my mood and I eventually told her what happened all the time crying as if I was nine years old. Some of my other parts were listening. Some were unsympathetic and others were understanding. By the end of session I felt like I had no idea who I am. I used to know. But now I fall apart and float, and feel like I don't know me at all. It's a day later and I still feel very solomon. I almost wouldn't drive this morning because I was afraid. Now I am sitting here dreading the drive home. What I thought I knew about myself is crumbling and I don't know who will be left when it is all said and done. I don't want to go back to therapy. I want it to stop, I want my mind back. I want my focus back but at this point I feel almost too tired to do anything.