Without making this into an E/N drama debacle, that was a pretty rough night.
But I made it out the other side of it relatively emotionally-unscathed.
But I *was* angered in a way I didn't think I'd ever be angered, which just that fact alone surprised me. I thought I'd break down and become even more distressed, but instead I fought back. And it felt *good*, knowing that I gave a piece of my mind and didn't just default to a "shrinking violet" stance.
Anyway, I still need professional help and I shall seek that today, by any means necessary.
Sleepless nights still suck, though.