My dogs and my T are the main thing that keeps me going. Sometimes my family, my fiance, and dreams...

I entered therapy because I was about to give up. My T's main role is solely for support and encouragement since I don't have much. Making my T proud of me really motivates me. Coping skills and learning things are a bonus.

T says emotions only last 3 minutes. If they last longer, I'm doing something to prolong it. If I can recognize that, and get through 3 minutes, sometimes I'm ok.

I didn't recognize that this morning and I was spinning out of control at work. Couldn't stop crying.

So I don't know. I hate constantly struggling with feeling ok. I hate it.