My current situation was summed up very succinctly and accurately by my clinical psychologist today:
“Molly isn’t really here right now, is she? Or maybe she’s just weighed down so deep inside that neither of us can reach her?”
I hate it. It’s scary not really being here. But I know it’s for a reason.
Not sure what the best way forward is, but I do feel the need to hang a ‘Closed’ sign on my forehead…