I never tell my T anything current and therapy still seems pointless. I'm broken. I'm broken all over again.

I've gotten five %&!@ing phone calls this morning threatening me. I'll get hurt all over again. Everything will happen all over again. I can't talk to anyone. I shouldn't be talking on a public forum.

And my T asks if I'm safe... lie through my teeth, nod my head, "of course I'm safe."