I was supposed to meet my father tomorrow. We booked the 28th on the 11th as our day together. And he just cancelled on me today.
I was going to talk to him about EMDR, about dissociative disorders, about how that wedding reception video reminded me of my abuse -- but he bailed on me. Scheduling conflict.
I am truly on my own. The EMDR frontier is mine alone to face.
I'll be just fine and dandy
Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas
I'm barely getting through tomorrow
But I won't let sorrow get me way down.