Just got off the phone with t. I almost just told her to shut up. I couldn't make up my mind about when to schedule again and she goes "Tick tock tick tock" Gah! Shut up woman don't you know how hard it is for me to ask you for a weekend appointment! Especially after I was just bawling about hating that I feel so needy and vulnerable and pathetic right now. Lord have mercy. Sometimes I really hate therapy. It stirs up so much from the past. She wanted me to invite my inner 15 year old into the conversation today. I told her she's hiding in the corner and wouldn't come. I think Ms. Perfect T was more than a bit frustrated with me just now.

So I'm going to jump on the couch for a little bit now and not worry about it. At least she reassured me about her health. That should calm 15 down a little bit at least. Although she said something about "psychological death" which I chose not to pursue at this time and am going to conveniently forget that she even said it because I don't want to deal with whatever in the hell she was talking about.