Today was one of those days I feared—a bad therapy session. It didn’t even last five minutes before my partner stormed out, cursing at the world. I tried to be honest and told him I felt uncomfortable when his kids are here, and that they seem uncomfortable too. This triggered him, and he accused me of lying about everything I said.
It feels like a hopeless situation. Who would people believe: a woman struggling with mental health, or a man who looks like a hero for “putting up with me” for the past year and a half? After this session, I’m left feeling defeated and without hope for the future. I don’t want to try anymore, but I’m also afraid to start over. My mind is a mess, and I’m not even sure what to think or write right now.
I know I need some time to process everything. Maybe I’ll have more clarity later, but for now, I just needed to get these thoughts out.
The Fourth Trimester 