Oh boy, do I feel this way sometimes, too! And when I tell T I just want him to fix me, he says I'm not broken. Which drives me up a wall, because I feel so obviously broken.

T can be okay with us going over and over the same stuff, and not think "get over it and grow up," but at the same time desire us to feel less tormented and more whole. That's the whole point, I think: we are okay no matter what, but if we can do something to help us feel okay more often, then that's what T is there for.

I struggle with understanding how talking about this old stuff over and over changes any of it. But I do feel changed. T works in mysterious ways.