Today s therapy session was hard. I was exhausted. I have been dissociating a lot recently. It is hard for me to talk and I prefer that my therapist, C. asks me questions. We discussed why I didn’t feel like talking, why I felt angry at myself and sorry for my mother when it should be the other way around. I told C. that someone had just outed me to my parents that I am gay and about the phone call I received from my mother that triggered me becoming suicidal. We talked about my terrible insomnia and sleeping habits.
The hour went way too fast.