But it was, as my therapist basically said "it was prolonged because I was nice". It hit me bad when she said that I couldn't breathe, I was sobbing and walked out of the session. If you knew what happened you'd agree.
I feel sick with myself. I've been away from ryl thinking I was doing better but here I am whining, fucking pathetic.
I'm seeing patterns, signs in everything. So blatant that they were meant for me. About abuse, about murder, about God.
I have support. Lots. Don't deserve it.
Got my psychiatrist appointment Wednesday.
I cant do anything for myself, like I child. Food is cooked for me. Prompted to shower to eat to shop.
I cannot go on.