By the end of the session I had told him everything, more than I had planned before coming here, more than I could even admit to myself; and he still had more questions that we were going to go over next time. We agreed that we should meet twice per week, Mondays and Fridays at the same time. I then stepped out and he spoke briefly with my mother, mostly about bringing my dad in for a session with them and said that he sees good progress to come in the future from my treatment. We both smiled and she thanked him again and then we left.
That night I slept a bit better, didn’t have as many nightmares as the previous nights since the attack. So far, every night I would have vivid images of what happened and even remembered some things that I didn’t realize happened. But the worst thing was that my body was reacting to what my brain was dreaming and remembering. The difference about this night was that I could sleep through the one nightmare I had and woke up more rested in the morning. For me this was a plus.
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