So it has been 2 years last saturday. I am pretty numb, still battling SI, will be 100 days on Saturday Dec, 1. If I harm I lose my job. That is what happens when your therapist is your boss. The boundaries don't exist.
More lies. Mom stole a student loan check, signed my name, cashed it and spent it. I feel worthless. My no doesn't mean no, and I guess it never did. I feel like I didn't deserve it, but I feel like I did at the same time. I hate the duality.
Worthless...that is a hard thing to swallow and believe.