I'm preparing to go home for the weekend. Mentelly as well as physically. I think this is going to be a fairly traumatic visit. After perhaps the most intense counselling session I've ever had last night I thought I was going to die (and still kinda wish I would). Picking away at the layers that make up me has been like pulling off a scab and then finding another scab underneath. The pain is so intense I can't even believe it's there.