I saw psyd today for our normal counseling session.

I cried. I couldn’t stop myself. I bawled the whole session. He’s never seen me cry except during emdr. We talked about all kinds of stuff. He asked if I’m having si. I admitted I am. He asked me why the tears and I admitted how empty and lonely I feel. Like no one wants me in their life.

There’s a whole bunch more but basically he said he’s worried about me and can tell I’m out of
Sorts.