I depleted the little savings I had and had to quit therapy, my one luxury expense, because I couldn’t afford it anymore. The support groups are hard to access, either online during active care hours or across the county during rush hour. I feel like a vortex of rage and grief and frustration.
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Old wounds have opened up and my inner child is showing me how much I still carry: religious trauma, invisibility, judgement, being too emotional and sensitive for those around me so I’ve gone stoic, silent, dishonest about my feelings