Deep-seated pain & Sunshine
Contrary to the title, I am feeling optimistic. At 30, I am finally brave enough to feel the deep-seated pain that I have been running away from for ages. It all began when I started therapy a month ago. During our first session, my psychologist kept asking me a two-part question that I simply do not have answers to: "How do you feel about what has happened? Where do you feel it in your body?". I felt nothing. I could not answer her because I could not feel anything. We were on holiday in the Dominican Republic mid-February, the four of us. It was okay. I met his mom, we went to the beach, I got feasted upon by mosquitoes. We had the worst Valentine's Day dinner I have ever experienced. Come mid-March, I left with Hannah to the same crisis center where we once spent 7 long months. I packed nothing at all. No clothes, no toothbrush, not a single thing. My friend Ania bought me some sustenance and a phone charger and drove us there. If I had to go back and encapsulate ou...
