Well that was a tough appointment. I told her everything that has been running on loop through my head. All the harshness, all the nastiness, all the hatred. I let it all out. It was a massive appointment.
We then did chair work and I had to find my punitive and say it all again to another chair. We’ve named it Carra. My healthy adult self has to tell carra to f@ck off when it appears.
Im so tired, so drains, so exhausted mentally. I have nothing left to give. I hurt so much. My body is so heavy but so weak. I feel so miserable, so down, so sad, so depleted.
She did the depression score I know I failed but she didn’t say anything. One thing she didn’t do was check in my safety. I would have liked her to ask that question. We did go overtime though.
