I've been in therapy for about 18 months now. I've just started opening up to my counsellor with details of childhood SA as I was experiencing some intense flashbacks/nightmares. Since going in to detail with her last week, and I mean every detail with a couple of instances that were on replay in my head, more memories have arisen. I'm so overwhelmed with how these memories are playing out, all I can see is darkness. The first 23 years of my life were hell, the next 13 had lots of highs and few lows, but I now feel like by starting this process I've unlocked a box that probably should have been left closed. As more and more crops up I'm starting to doubt my memories. Could anyone really have had this much crap in their lives? There is one common denominator in all of it. Me! Does that make me the problem? Do I therefore have the right to host my own pity party? I just can't imagine everything being free of my own mind. Is therapy doing me more harm than good? At what point do I call it quits and say enough is enough?