I’ve spent part of yesterday (the day from hell) and today trying to figure out if there is any other source, a book, movie, the internet, where I could have gotten the image I saw and there is not! I feel so sick to my stomach I don’t know what to do. I’ve got therapy tomorrow, thank God. I read yesterday’s post which obviously started out with me writing it and moved on to what seems to me to be several others contributing and ending with one logical alter finishing. Thanks for not freaking out in the comments. It was like reading a stranger’s writings. Really disconcerting. I’m just sick, I feel like I want to vomit. I am, of course, in my classic style of thinking, not accepting this “memory”. My reaction yesterday was off the charts though and my husband has been watching me like I might break at any moment. He keeps asking me if I’m ok and patting my head, which is really irritating, but I know he’s just trying to help. I told him to stop cosseting me, he knows I hate being taken care of but he told me that I have to accept it because he loves me and we’re like one person. What the hell do I say to that!? I wish I could be alone for a while or go outside, but even though the sun is shining beautifully, it’s really, really cold out. I’d settle for not feeling sick to my stomach.
Thanks again for the supportive comments, I just need time to work with this. Hopefully therapy will help tomorrow.