43 items on my list…
I am going through a workbook with my therapist. It is for survivors of childhood sexual abuse.
In one chapter, it has about 7 pages with lists of ways that the abuse affected me. I wrote down 43 of them. 43.
This is just one aspect of my life that is out of whack, and I’m not even halfway through the workbook yet. So, one aspect of my screwed-up life has 43 items that need to be addressed for me to recover.
Is it any wonder that some days I just think I can’t go on anymore?