I'm not afraid, it's just I've been carrying SOOOOOO much crap. I just want to talk to him.

He's a smart cookie my therapist. I appreciate his insight.

Also, he's developed this manner of being that just makes my blood pressure go down the second I sit down. It's totally different from when I first started.

I think it's because of that stupid personality test and my awful reaction to it. As terrible as it was, I think he gets me now. Strange it took a test, but I was able to reveal things on it that I likely could have never, ever said.

It's okay. Really. He's a holder of dark stuff.

I may move up to two times a week for a little while.