This morning I had a session with my trauma therapist. Something triggered me on Sunday (I’m still not sure what it was) and it’s been a rough few days. But as I worked through things with her, it got to a point where I felt pure rage. (Those words don’t really go together if you think about it).
It’s been a reeaaalllly long time since I’ve felt such rage.
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As we talked about what I was feeling in my body the words “giving up” came out, and with them a lot of emotion welled up. For so long, I fought for my marriage. I fought the addiction. I fought the addict.
It’s okay to give up the fight. I don’t want to ever fight to keep an addict again. There are better things to fight for. Like myself.
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