(((Mixed-up)))

It IS an awful place. And I go there all the time. Why are we so thick and travel to awful places? I think it's because when we were kids we purchased a lifetime metrocard and thought we couldn't change the destination. But T says I CAN go to a different station now, but I don't know how to get there and I keep winding up where you are too.

But I also think that the feelings of death are a natural byproduct of therapy (for some of us). We fall to pieces with T and then put ourselves back together.

Sorry for the dreadful metaphor but I really understand. Please be careful and safe. There is a beautiful world out there--and I think it's the natural world.

Blessings.