The day before therapy feels like intense pms. I feel depressed, anxious, confused about all of my issues. I had a distressing dream last night. I even feel nauseous and want to sleep all day. This reaction is physical.

I know that part of this process is the work I am doing right now, the difficult stuff that I am trying to avoid talking about because I am afraid there is really nothing there. No me. No real me becaue I failed to form all those years ago. So I adopted these roles in which I could be significant and accomplished. Scratch the surface and I am like a dandelion--Poof! All gone.