The funk is strong with this one.

I guess I really opened a can of emotional worms in therapy on Monday.  I have been more depressed this week than I have been in the last couple months.  All because we talked about my childhood and some possibly repressed memories.  I know that I had some happy times as a child, but the negative memories seem to far outweigh the positive ones.  The more I dwell on it the more I want to just withdraw.  And I can't help but dwell on it now.  Memories are now drifting through my head, unbidden.  It's like I disturbed the mud at the bottom of the lake and the water is all cloudy with sediment, only instead of a lake it's my brain, and instead of mud it's childhood memories.

I don't have a lot of good memories from my childhood.  My home life was not normal, and I was picked on and bullied at school.  Some of it was my own doing, sure, but often I was just retaliating and that made it worse.

OK, I have to stop, I'm getting too anxious.