In pieces.

This morning I had therapy and when I got home I just had to lay down. Now I wanted to write something about how my therapy went but I am not feeling good at all. I guess that is what I have to say for now; I feel totally sad and tired. My therapy was hard and painful. I started crying before I even went into my doctor's office. It feels like there is not an end to the horrible stories I have to tell about my father and they are all so awful. I think it is difficult to understand what a dissociative disorder is and I think if you have one it is even harder. I will try to write more tomorrow. Right now I need to go and hug Mr. Sunshine.