Last week my therapist calmly asked me what I felt during the assault. Not a hard question. I’ve had 52 years to never ponder it, never ask myself, never relive it.
Therapy is today. The week was hard until yesterday, when I was light and engaged (maybe a bit too much). I’m now freaking out. Woke to a rotating series of stomach ailments. My body decided on a serious back spasm just as I was starting my work out. I really wanted to get lost in a hard, focused struggle this morning. I found work arounds that respected my condition but still pushed me towards my goals.
Only 4 hours until my session. I can answer the question.