My fiance kept saying to me " you need to let me in ". But talking to him was like a getting blood from a stone nine times out of ten. I was still trying to figure things out when we moved in together.
Before I took my overdose because of Fred, my supervisor said I had to take to sone one otherwise I would explode or end up in ward four. So I spoke to the big boss and it actually helped. I had a nip before coming to work and talked incoherent nonsense. My head was spinnig. She gave me an awkward hug, and said you act like a hard nut at work ! It really diffused the situation.
I realised that I had to solve the puzzles of my past or might say something I would regret forever.