I get to talk to new T again soon. I am so freaking eager to talk to her. Why do I enjoy talking to her when I usually end up crying a little in every session? But, I get oddly happier in the week before an appointment. Its like knowing that I get to talk to her gives me a sense of hope. My self-manufactured sense of help doesn't last very long. Her T-induced sense of hope lasts a little over a week. I hope she has gotten to know my buttons better in being able to produce the T-induced sense of hope.
I hope to ramble about things on my mind. I hope she doesn't try to review past sessions again. She hardly knows me outside of a file and yet she will probably get stuck listening to me ramble in my odd stream of thought way. Oh, what joy for her? Not.
HeHeHe!