The nest of anguish.

Sitting at traffic lights this morning. Feeling all the feelings that are stirring in my gut. I visualised getting to T tomorrow and saying "I feel so depressed! And breaking down in tears"

Then I thought, what about people that don't go to therapy. That have that same nest of feelings. I didn't want that for myself. Just to live with them. Ignore them. Deny them.

It felt a relief to me in that moment. That I am engaged in the therapeutic process. Glad I am. Or else, this nest of deep dark feelings would either get pushed down, acted on, projected, or just linger leaving me constantly depressed and sad.