Feeling so calm for more than a week, since I was talking to my t. It's so weird but only with some talk I understand myself very much better than I have done in years.
I suppose meds are doing their work. Feeling calm and hopping that maybe one day I'll be able to stay calm in the middle of the storm.
In the other hand, worry about sister, don't know why because she doesn't care about what happened to me in all my life.
Maybe my t is all right and I'm doing it because I don't wanna feel blame,not because it really does cares me
In 40 years she has always made me feel like a baggage, always made me feel like a piece of a puzzle that doesn't fit, a big feeling that I can't erase of my mind. Always arguing and never listening to me and all my issues.
Now she wants me to trust on her... But it's too late. I simply can't.
There's too many pain, too many times she doesn't care what happens to me... I can't forgive. I can't forget.
But that makes me feel bad. I hope t help me with that.