((((((((((((Sean))))))))))))
I hope you don't mind me telling you this, but you really ought to go see a therapist, no matte what you have to face.
Yeah, it looks bad going in. I myself am torn on the idea of therapy. I don't want to deal with how nuts I am. I don't want anyone else to know how much this has f**ked me up. I'm just plain tired of IT and my LIFE.
But in the end, it helps. It always helps, no matter how much it hurts getting the s**t out.
I've always compared it to debreeding. Without getting too graphic, when you're seriously burned, you have to have the burned tissue thoroughly scrubbed out and removed. As in using a hard sponge soaked in various disinfectants which hurts raw skin and nerves like holy Hell so there can be no infections. And you have to have this done EVERY day for several days.
I've seen it. I've HEARD it. It's no fun. But when it's over, you heal better. Your scarring is less.
Therapy, as I've come to find out, is debreeding for the heart.
We need it because of what we've been through, and the aftereffects it's left us.
It hurts, no question, but the scars are a little more faded and the wounds are a lot less toxic.
Please consider, my friend. I care. If you need me, no matter what, I'm here.
Peace and love, Sean.
Scot