Something in me wants to give therapy another try… but that is at this moment. When tomorrow comes, even the thought of it may me, us, in knots. I am not even sure what it is that I want therapy to give me.
Well, maybe it’s not so much, what it will give me, but what it might take away,…the flashbacks, body memories,..nightmares and so on. You would think, that, in its self would be a good enough reason to start therapy again. Yet, I don’t know what is worse dealing with the PTSD, or dealing with what else might be hidden away from “me”. We will find out tomorrow, for now today is more than enough.
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