I don't know what has happened over the past 40 some hours.
I know at least one of my splits took over and ate a bunch of crap I'm allergic to.
So I've been puking my brains out for two days now.
I didn't get to meet with my T on Friday because she decided to stay on vacation. She called me an hour before to cancel. I was not very happy...
She then e-mailed me in the middle of the night last night to tell me that she is leaving again and cannot make it to our appointment this Friday. I am not very happy at all...
Then, of course, I had intense body memories come up all of yesterday afternoon. At first I had no idea what was going on, and then I started receiving the full memory.
I'm not ready to write about it or talk about it yet, but I need to at least say that I had a memory come up. I now know why I cannot sleep on my back without having severe nightmares or panic attacks. No one should f*** a little kid. I am pissed beyond measure.
I would've really liked to have called my T yesterday or this morning, but she is on vacation. So I'm left by myself to float around in this horrifying world, hoping that I don't disappear again. But that sounds like a really good alternative right now.