This is me, on my way to therapy

This is me, on my way to therapy

• This is me on my way to therapy. You can almost not see it in this picture, but I have tears streaming down my face.
• Sometimes I feel like I don’t need the therapy anymore, that the time that my therapist puts in me should be spent on someone else. 
• But then this happens. I cannot stop the tears. For no other particular reason than besides the fact that I am still dealing with the aftermath of what has happened to us. Meaning that sometimes I think that I have recovered gracefully from all that had happened, just to end up almost where had I started.
• I know that I will feel better. I know that my therapy will also help. But I also know that I will feel like this again.
• And before you start judging me, maybe thinking that I like the attention that I get from coming from the abuse that I and my daughter have suffered. 
—-> Then shame on you. 
• I have as much right to tell it as it is and hopefully, it will help others know that they are not alone, as I have the right and the delight I get from sharing moments of happiness that happen, the mundane things in my life. 
•••It’s not all good and it’s not all bad. It’s just life.