Diving into the Inferno.

Down the Rabbit Hole

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I had a productive emergency therapy session today. My therapist was kind enough to rearrange his schedule to see me today, due to all my BPD/C-PTSD symptoms being re-triggered because of the ugliness and emotional abuse I’ve been exposed to following my dad’s death last week.

I thought I’d sob all during our session, but that was not to be. However, I have spent the past two days crying alone–and there’ve been a lot of tears. Not tears of grief over losing my dad, because I have not been allowed to properly grieve due to my being subtly (but clearly) “un-invited” to my dad’s memorial service as well as the high probability of being disinherited. But that’s another topic for another time. I cried because I feel so unloved and rejected by my own family. I cried because I’m so damn angry. The tears were mostly tears of…

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About luckyotter

Recovering from BPD and C-PTSD due to narcissistic abuse from childhood. Married to a sociopath for 20 years. Proud INFJ, Enneagram type 4w5. Animal lover, music lover, cat mom, unapologetic geek, fan of the absurd, progressive Catholic, mom to 2, mental illness stigma activist, anti-Trumper. #RESISTANCE
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