It does feel uncomfortable sometimes, depending on what we are talking about. Empathy is welcomed though. But I struggle to talk about things that happened most of the time, not because I don’t want to but I think it’s just stored in a different part of my brain. Or body.

Recently T said if I wanted to do active imagination with him, to imagine a traumatic event was happening, and that he would ‘go there with me’ and help save me from the situation. This would have sounded terrifying to me before, but for some reason I really do like the sound of that now. I know it will be hard and exhausting but I want to have relief from it.

To be vulnerable and weak as you said, just makes us human. It’s ok to be those things, in a safe space.