I don't know why I am still posting here. I don't know why I keep going to my sessions. My T can't save me. No one can. I'm completely lost in this maze full of pain and no one really knows the way out. I feel like I have completely given up and I'm just going through the motions at this point.

Maybe a small part of me is clinging on to a little bit of hope and that is why I'm still crossing the street to see my T twice a week. Maybe I just want to feel like someone cares even if it is fake. I don't even care if I get better at this point.