I’m feeling very raw and a little bit spent. I was at therapy for PTSD coping skills, and I was talking about these old memories coming up. She asked me a question that I knew the answer right away, but I hadn’t thought about it. I started bawling (not vocal, but a lot of waterworks).
It felt like a good release of something that had been building for a while. I’m now feeling the physical effects though, and sort of an emotional hangover. I feel like I’m not worthy of anyone caring about me. I also feel helpless because not working is definitely painful. I recognize these thoughts as untrue, but I am tired right now and I am going to have a rest.