where do we go (from here)?
I'm sitting here at the mental health center, waiting for my therapist to call me into her office. For the first time in 10 weeks, I'm bursting with things to talk about. I ache for perspective, yearn for freedom to be okay with my feelings instead of drowning in them.
Last night I tried to have sex to clear my head. Instead, all the tears I'd been fighting back all day came out, & we stopped right in the middle. We tried again, but my heart just wasn't in it.. Something didn't feel right. Jesse asked me countless times whether to turn the light off or keep going, & I didn't answer. I couldn't admit out loud that I had lost all desire for sex. It bothered me.
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