My therapist and I finally started talking about a BIG issue last week. It's probably what put me in therapy for the first time a million years ago, but I've never actually talked about it until now.

He warned me that it's gonna be ugly and messy and painful. I was like "yup sure I can handle it".

My only homework for this week was to just sit with the feelings. I was like "ya no problem."

Holy hell it's hard. So many feelings coming up. They are becoming difficult to manage.

Thankfully we are not taking a break over Christmas - I see him on the 27th, but I feel like I have about six weeks of material to cover in one hour.