I'm having horrible anxiety, and just feel like I'm on the verge of tears. Really fighting them.
I feel like I'm going through hell, having to relive the rapes in therapy. I can't stop hearing his words. He was so disgusting.
And now, for next week, I am supposed to write out this one part of what he said that I have never been able to write.
I should be sleeping right now. I have a busy day tomorrow, and I have a wake I have to go to tomorrow evening. My client's husband passed away over the weekend, and it's just so hard. I got so close to the whole family.
So, I need to sleep. I'm tired. But I'm afraid to. I'm afraid I'm going to have a nightmare. Guess all I can do is try.