I struggle with the aftermath of sessions anytime there is a break in the normal routine, or when I feel pressured to do any "prolonged exposure" of trauma images/memories. In those cases, I feel like I go to the edge of my inner resources and courage, and then it is like time is up go sit in the stairwell if you are not ready to face the city streets. There is something in there that feels like a male power play or some kind of heartlessness, that I do not feel otherwise about my bright and kind T. Therapy tests my strength and preys on weaknesses- it is the most grueling thing I have ever done, but I have learned many things. I bet it will be a decade before I understand if it hurts or helps in the long run.