my visit with my counselor

So yesterday I also saw the counselor. I talked about my weekend with my father. I talked about the memories it brought up of my childhood. I cried. It was mostly a good session in my on-going therapy to deal with the results of growing up with an alcoholic father.

But I came home so tired. I was just emotionally wore out all last evening (I feel better this morning).

But I am wondering. On a scale of one to ten, just how horrible is it that after spending an hour talking about your alcoholic father you spend all evening thinking, "G-d, I could use a drink"?

I ate chocolate instead.