Last night, during my support group meeting, I let it, all hang out and told them, about my abusive past, in all of it’s gory detail, of the things, which happened with my family and the schoolyard bullies. In the past, I have shared snippet of the things that happened to me. Many of the women’s faces, had a shocked and horrified look, on them. I really don’t remember much of the meeting, as I was rocking back and forth, for most of it. As I battled a meeting long bout of an anxiety attack. A painful achievement, given my back was spasming, very bad. Except two of the women, offered me, some possible alternative methods, to address my anxiety issues, with group settings and counselling. Only problem I have, is this feeling that I am, a pile of dog crap.
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