just reading over some posts in the psychotherapy forum... and something triggered this recollection...

when i finally opened up and told pdoc, he said he was grateful that i had told him, because he was scared that what had happened was much, much worse.

i know he didnt mean it like that, but, i feel like i have disappointed him somehow. that... i'm just a wuss and that my depression/ptsd isn't warranted because what i went through wasn't "enough".

i have memories... but i think they might be wrong. i haven't told pdoc about these, because i dont want to lie.

anyway. just having a mope. i'm in a mopey mood these days .