Not exaggerating, it's such an awful mix of terror and nausea and dread that I cried I'm questioning my ability to face the therapist again. Which is unfortunate because I think she is good and I feel comfortable otherwise - it's not her at fault, it'd be exactly the same with anyone. It's like I lost control and was seen at my most revolting and I can't put that genie back in the bottle. How do I cope with the shame?
As is blatantly obvious from this post, I need to go back. But I'm distressed by the idea of it now.
I've fucked everything.