I used to bring in notes all the time, typed up, single spaced, arial font at 12pt. I then downsized to note cards to satisfy my need for making concise notes and outlines like you do for a book report. I hate the feeling of not being in control of what happens to me, so I used to prepare, prepare, prepare for my sessions in an effort to protect myself from my therapist digging too deep and so that I could somewhat control the digging.

I have tons and tons that know I need to talk about and deal with, but there are many times when I think, "What am I going to talk about?" even as I'm sitting in the waiting room. Then, my therapist sits in her chair with her lime green clipboard, paper, pen, and her animal print reading glasses, and I take my usual place on the loveseat. She says, "How are you? How have you been?" I mumble, "Great???". She says, "Okay, remember you just came through those doors into my office. Now, how are you?" Then, things get rolling pretty intensely from there.

I feel like some of my most amazing sessions were the ones that I didn't prepare for or where I didn't know what to talk about. My therapist just happens to be a great fire stoker. She can get water moving in a dry creek. She's just that good.

I think the "I don't have anything to talk about" IS something to talk about.