Maybe a month now my depression has been getting worse again. I'm sure seasonal depression contributes to that. I've been crying myself to sleep some nights. I've found myself imagining myself now feeling embraced in my abusers arms like I once felt when I was a child. Just being held by them (different abusers of mine that I've envisioned) and I don't know why because I doubt I felt safe at all as a child and really did they ever hold me the way I am imagining anyway. Why did I ever really want to give them a hug? Why did I want to be with them? I'm so confused by this. I know I'm depressed and see a therapist regularly, she knows about my depression of course but I haven't been able to talk to her about this yet.