I always thought I was a person who was in touch with my feelings. I know what I'm upset and angry and can write it down. I'm on day 23 - I've relapsed into chronic fatigue syndrome and I'm not feeling good - but today something happened. I was thinking about writing my diary when all this grief came up - I ended up crying like I haven't done since I was a child. It felt safe enough for me to handle but it was a surprise - the depth and length of time it went on. Once I was able to I wrote my feelings down in my diary - I noticed that I kept looking for distractions so I didn't have stay with the feeling. I made myself stay there for a while - so the feelings were fully acknowledged and recognised. I think my ID just wanted to be heard. I'm getting the hang of this.