Disquieted
New Here
I don't know what to say. In therapy I still can't talk about what happened. I get there and just freeze...I always plan on speaking but the words won't come out. I hate this diagnosis. I want to be myself again, whoever she is now. I want to be able to eat, breathe, close my eyes and sleep. Dissociation stinks. Anxiety stinks. Feeling vulnerable is no fun.