I've gone back to an old name for this, but I'm a long-term and frequent poster.
I've recently started some counselling sessions after the depression I suffered from in my teens and twenties reared its ugly head again after a ten year break.
It's bringing up a lot of crap from my childhood that I knew I hadn't dealt with and honestly hoped I wouldn't ever have to. I know it's a good thing, really - my therapist likened it to cleaning out a old, infected wound so it can heal properly - but Christ it's painful.
I'm sitting here after a session with all this pain and anger and just not knowing what to do with it. I feel so sad and sorry for younger me, who went through all this crap and never had anyone to help her and protect her. I look at my own children, already older than I was when it all started and think "how on earth did that little girl cope for as long as she did? And why did she have to? Why didn't a single adult step in and help her?"
I don't know why I'm posting this really. I'm just home alone after the session and needed to just say, ow, this hurts, I suppose.