Starting Over. Again.

I detest going to a new therapist because when I do, I have to start at the beginning. Again.

Today was my second appointment with a new therapist and I feel raw. Things I have dealt with, memories I have buried, all come flooding back - with a vengeance

Where I am right this second is not where I thought I would be. The LOML is on the periphery of my life, one of my boys is locked up and the others couldn't care less if I lived or died.

Is this it? Is this ALL there is? Because if it is...