A tough day

Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I had an intake today.  I still cry at every.single.intake.  For those who've never had one, you basically rehash the last 5 years of your life.  For me, that's hard to do.  In the past 5 years I've been pregnant, had a baby, been through a life changing surgery that my ex-husband had (and brought on changes that led to our divorce), left my marriage, went through a 17 month divorce, had a breakdown that led to hospitalization. 

I've gone over all the minute details every time someone new talked to me.  The crisis team in the ER, the doctor that admitted me, the doctor that treated me, the therapist at the intensive program, in group, and now to the therapist that did my intake for outpatient.  It is exhausting.  Every time I wish I could just come home, curl up and go to sleep.  I can't.  I have a life to live and kids to take care of. 

I will go to bed, feeling tired, and emotionally drained and sleep soundly.  After ice cream of course.  :)