When I was a younger adult, I ignored my childhood because it was too painful to look at. I bought into my mother's "Leave it to Beaver" version of things. However, life events have conspired to create an environment where all of my "stuff" is coming back to haunt me. I am working hard in therapy to slog through the muck and the mire and feel stuck.

All I feel now is sad and angry. Although I have had a few glimpses of a sense of healing, they have been fleeting.

What is the point of dragging up all of this crap? I'm beginning to think it should stay buried, where it belongs. Although I entered therapy agreeing with the sentiment of "the only way out is through," I am beginning to doubt myself.

I feel unable to move forward in my life because of all this old pain I am experiencing. Enough already! I'm sick of it. Once was enough.