I don’t know where the session went yesterday, do you? I hardly ever worry about you judging me anymore after all these years but yesterday,...it was so physical, what was happening to me, I can’t help but wonder how it looked to you, what you thought....all these parts they’re not calming down, they’re so active again today and I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m scared I can’t control their behaviour and I don’t know what to do, you can’t help us, no one can help us, I’m so scared, so scared of them but they are me and I am them and I have to listen don’t I, I can’t keep ignoring their cries because that’s when it gets dangerous isn’t it....but the screaming is too much, the memories are too much and I don’t want them, I don’t want anything to be real but now things are so confused and I don’t recognise myself in the mirror and my hands are not mine but who do they belong to? I just want a hug. I just want to sit in a room with you. Please.