Usually when you leave therapy you feel lighter. Things that have been pressing you down have been blurted out and discussed. You see light at the end of the tunel. Tonight wasn't the case. Tonight I entered emotionally exausted and numb but otherwise ok and fairly put-together and left a total mess. I left with a clear vision of what the next six-ish months will be like and it shook me to my core. And it's not a matter of strength; I know I can get through it. I just really don't want to. And I deserve so much better.