Therapy today, second time....she even asked if it was too much at one point...the point where I was dissolving in the chair, silently thanking God I had not bothered with the mascara this morning.
Okay...pick a thought, any thought. A thought about why it will be different when I go back...many thoughts, branching off all over actually; but you need to pick the 'hot thought.' You need to find it, the most emotionally charged one, and pluck it out...isolate it. Then it's the old...find evidence for that thought. Then, find evidence against it. Finally, I...we...managed to arrive at a 'balanced thought..'

Leaving the surgery, I felt a sense of calm, but so tired. I feel absolutely drained.

My eyes feel heavy too.

I need some type of rest. Some sleep maybe...

I need to have closeness, physical and sensual closeness soon...the yearning for it keeps me going some days. But till then...some rest before I take on my next role of dutiful mother collecting them later...