I allowed myself to show my emotions and express my needs. Afterwards I could not stop crying. I am one big ball of hurt. I slept through supper, and had a nightmare in which I was weeping and crying for help, running through a brick building (NOTHING like the buildings her at the clinic) asking for someone to please help me, and everyone disregarded me and shrugged me off.
Maybe if I go back to sleep, there won't be any more nightmares?