In November 2009, I wrote this to my support group:
Thursday was a rough day. I felt as if the foundation had been knocked out from under me. On Wednesday we had gone through some really difficult stuff in therapy, dealing with things that happened in my teen years that are horribly painful for me to face. The emotional fallout from that was really rough.
It's hard for me to acknowledge that my family wasn't safe in many ways...even harder to acknowledge how the people I love hurt me. I'm not even sure I know who they are anymore or who I am. I feel as if no place and no person is safe for me.
So I had an emergency session on Friday morning. I read him the stuff that I'd journaled Wednesday night and Thursday. It was a good session in many ways, but I felt on the verge of breaking down and sobbing the whole time.
Randy's homework assignment was, "Do something fun this weekend".
Fun? I had no idea what to do. I wasn't sure if I was even capable of having fun.
Luckily I have a husband who hasn't forgotten how to have fun. The instant Sheldon heard about this homework assignment, he leaped into action. By the end of the weekend, I was deliciously exhausted, and actually almost relaxed, from all the fun we had.
I could get used to this kind of therapy homework.
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