I love you guys. And I wish you were all here in my living room with me right now because I sure as hell could use the support. My reprieve from Narc was short lived. He texted me about an hour ago:
Still feeling miserable... Have to get out of the house though. Feel like some company?
I wrote back (God knows why) that I was heading into therapy. I was...
And then he replied...
Might meet a friend at the UN later, hence my call (near you). Good luck with session. Perhaps a coffee, etc. when out?
I didn't answer.
I want someone to save me from this. I want someone to do this all for me. But there is no one who can fix this situation for me except for me. I don't feel strong enough. I do and then I don't. I hate it. I hate it so much. I wish I weren't like this.
I am going to go pray now... pray for strength.
love,
h
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Baby Steps...start by counting the hours and then the days....90 isn't that long...it's Sept 28th!
I looked it up. So shoot for that goal!
Great to hear from you too : )
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