View Single Post
 
Old Apr 17, 2007, 07:49 AM
withit withit is offline
Veteran Member
 
Member Since: Nov 2006
Posts: 492
I recall when I was going through this phase of treatment in therapy it felt to me like the house I had built for myself and inside which I'd resided for so long has crumbled. I had this image of myself standing near a crumbled shack, and myself standing beside it all alone. Without a home, without a goal, without anything. And then the tears came, and I grieved the losses....(gotta go, will check in later...)