Quote:
Sometimes I go about things with the best intentions (like talking about that stuff in therapy). And by the time I get in the actual session, it's flown away to never never land, with it's best friend, the fear fairy
|
Me too. Just last night I talked *again* about how everything vanishes as I cross the threshhold to the therapy room. I can visualize it. "Ack!! Not going in there!" arms stretched out across the doorway in defensive resistance.
It also sounds like you do want to trust him...
That's good you can write - do you take it in with you?