I woke up to an email from my therapist checking in after our Thursday session where I ended up way out of my comfort zone. That was really nice to receive. I responded that I'm not sure how I'm supposed to come to session on Monday because I'm still feeling a lot of shame and I don't want to be seen by him. I don't know how to face him again. He has successfully infiltrated my carefully constructed armor and he's feeling that's a good thing, but I'm left feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.