You really aren't judgemental, are you? I tell you we need to do X and the next session I'm not ready. The next session too. You listen calmly while I natter on about nothing. I really want to get well enough that we can do real work but my desperation with daily circumstances prevents that. I promise it's not resistance in the classic sense. I'm about to lose my mind from stress and self loathing. Just keep me intact until you-know-when, okay?