I really hope some sense of levelling graces you soon SkyWhite. I'm incredibly lucky to have a wonderful psychologist who has done so well at pulling apart everything and helping me understand, but it doesn't mean you can automatically swallow it and "move on". I dread the sessions because they open floodgates and open the lines to all these memories that I've been denying for so long. People assume therapy is calming, but it's the most confronting thing I've ever had to do.

The way that I've learnt to survive between sessions is to keep writing or drawing (or when I'm really wound up with anxiety I do cross stitch - odd hobby I never knew I liked, but it keeps your concentration levels way up so it's good for keeping out the panic.) Don't ever worry about creating a piece of art, if you can even paint with oils then that's exceptional enough in itself. My Dad's an artist and some of the most beautiful stuff he's done are small panels of oil in abstract form. You yourself will never know it's good at the time, but in years to come you'll look back and probably be quite chuffed with yourself.

Please keep chugging on. I'm having a horrible nightmare-laden time at the moment because I know there's a nasty memory coming up in my little PTSD-ridden brain. The way I deal with it is to feel incredibly sorry for myself, then remind myself that I've got through these before, and will continue to. I'm sure that you will as well. Make sure you keep using support lines when you need them - they're there for a reason and you're making circumstances better for yourself, as well as for your support person on the other end of the line.

Be kind to yourself x