My therapist had been sick. I haven't seen him for two weeks. I usually see him twice a week. We miss the chance the talk to someone who knows and understands. Someone who we won't scare. Someone we are not afraid to lose with our truth. So much has happened over the last couple of weeks that we want to talk about. We now have no other friends who are multiple, only others in online groups. We miss having someone who understands and who will listen. It's a lonely life.
Something is going on inside. Most days i feel sick and sore and upset to the point of not being able to function. I know it's coming from inside, but they won't tell me what it is. The past is here again. I wish we could just leave it all behind.