This time in Warsaw

Monday, September 16, 2019

It’s the middle of my therapy - I feel like a hole in the ground, open and vulnerable like a fresh wound. I still do my best to cope with all the feelings I’m experiencing but there are moments where I feel lost like a child. Only five weeks to go and I’m so sensitive, the most I’ve been so far. I miss my friends but I have no energy to give them my time. It will pass, they say.
Hopefully, cause in November I need to start work again and do my best to catch up with everything I missed. I need to prove myself I’m good enough. Or better - I need to believe I’m good enough.