Another session after two weeks since last one. I have been so tired of listening to that tape of me telling the story of arriving at my Dad's house until I got home and found his message on the answering machine. So I slacked off a lot last week. I was bored and tired of hearing it, detaching in a way I guess, not taking ownership of it. I never cry when I listen to it on my own, but eyes closed and having to walk through it to explain it to someone else. I cry a lot, which surprises me, I thought, and was hoping, I was cried out over this. But I guess it continues to haunt the subconscious no matter how hard I try to subdue it.