48 hours after...
The physiological aftermath of Thursday night has hit me like an avalanche today. It is interesting to observe yet again the physical disempowerment of severe stress . I felt like this when my son was at his most ill and in rabid psychosis . It feels like living inside a thunderstorm. Like everywhere has a layer of voltage that will cause an arc to spark across the gap, and I will be shocked with lightning leaving me shaking, speechless and broken yet again. So, what had led to all this? Why did the psychotherapist try to end my career? What did he accuse me of? And did I deserve to be accused? By September this year I was seeking his apology. But my first communication in 2024 was about building bridges after a truly horrible end to therapy. An end so bad that I was suicidal. The second stage of communication was to say that I was actively seeking to understand what had happened, because feeling so awful, plain didn't make sense. It is important to note at this point, that it to...