Had my session today, and it was hard. I was overwhelmed with anxiety, tears, etc.

When I told T about my dream...he said it was very telling...relating it to our work in therapy. He said that as much as I may trust him or try to trust him, I fight like heck against what we're trying to do.

Then, towards the end of the session, he commented that my gasps for air from the anxiety lessened - and I told him it must be the klonopin kicking in...He was not happy. He said it was antithetical to what we're trying to do. He said he's not sure the value in doing therapy after taking the medicine.

I am failing at therapy...