Yah, I have a therapist. I think, for some reason, one month later, it's feeling particularly bad. One session a week. Sheesh. I guess I'm hitting these boards pretty hard today, but I woke up feeling so rotten and consumed by this, that I just had to get it out.
The first week I just was a zombie, walking, crying, sleeping. I think I was just relieved to be out. The second week I was frenzied - making plans, trying to get things done, things I hadn't done in these four years. I just don't want to be such a failure as I have been up til now. Ridiculous. I am a complete co-dependent.