I have been assigned to my trauma therapist (same place you go Teacake) and have no choice. She totally freaks me out because she reminds me of one of those Nazi scientists in the movies. I' so terrified of this whiole process. I've been doing okay pretty much on my own the last six months. But I have to dance whatever they dance they choose because they control the pursestrings.

Any advice on how to do this? How to deal with this woman that frankly, terrifies me? They want to know everything-well, how did that feel when they held that knife against your throat and told you they were going to rape you again before they killed you?

And that was just the first time.

Should I be honest and hope for a miracle?

Part of recovery is facing the truth and the truth is that no one ever really cares. We are too seperate, too distant, all alone within our selves. Three billion souls on this rock and only the animals know how to communicate with each other. So if no one chooses to answer me, I don't mind.