((((((((( Sky )))))))))))))

I hope it doesn't offend, but I think that I understand, too. Even though I don't have PTSD. My trigger is mental health professionals who don't help when they should. I keep remembering about people who should have noticed my misery and struggles as a child, and who did nothing. When something reminds me of it (as happens from time to time in my classes), I shut down and withdraw. I also feel that if someone had tried to help me a long time ago, I could have lived my life and not been miserable and dead inside for so many years. I don't know if I can ever recover now - it's been too long. I make progress, but it's never enough. T says when I start practicum I'm "going to get busted." "They" will notice that I'm only half a person. I still don't know how to get that other half back, and I'm running out of time. Starting practicum this week (a couple of days), and then continuous from the first week of November, on. I wonder if I'll be able to pull it off.