For the first time since my stay I actually teared up. It was due to the mention of my trauma and the fact that I am afraid to delve into those memories.
Now, I didn't full on cry, but enough tears fell down my cheeks that I needed a tissue.
I quickly gathered myself and again regained the stoic exterior I have perfected since I got here. Not feeling.
But then i began to realize, by showing pain, trusting the process and showing I had weaknesses, I had actually never been stronger.
My home therapist tried to get me to process my trauma once. I'm not sure what happened but apparently it caused her to quickly reconsider and realize that I was DEFINITELY not at the right stage to begin processing.
But being in the hospital is probably the perfect place to begin processing. I am safe and protected and surrounded by staff whose sole purpose is to help me get better. I won't be left alone with my thoughts or urges, which can be dangerous, because they do 15 minute checks.
So, I have a therapy appointment tomorrow with my onsite therapist. Basically just like I told my roommate, I will go in and say:
It has been recently going through the blogosphere the magic behind concealing makeup.
~In case you don't know what the difference between regular makeup and a concealer makeup is, well a concealer is a heavier version meant to completely cover, as opposed to makeup which is just mean to coat and enhance.~
Well, I had to put that magic to the test for a Bachelorette party I was attending today. I couldn't go with a gaping wound in the middle of my head. What gaping wound you ask?
Well, unfortunately, last night, the skin between eyes and on my lower forehead began to peel heavily. When I washed my face, the skin just all came off right before my eyes, and I was left with this:
So this morning I woke up bright and early because I have quite a few errands I need to run before attending my friend S's bachelorette party (or rather bachelorette day considering it starts at 12 noon today and ends at 2 am tomorrow).
Republicans who think I only vote Democrat because I don't know any better. ( I respect your decision, so respect mine!) Okay, for the longest time I didn't want to admit I was a democrat. I always considered myself to be one of those undecided voters that the candidates always covet.