Tomorrow I have my group, overcoming adversity. I think the main reason I still go is because it is led by my therapist. Just being near her is largely comforting. I wish I could talk to her every time I feel overwhelmingly suicidal. Her voice on the other end of the phone would be healing. I cannot call anyone in my family, it's too awkward. I can only tell them things in hindsight. Anyone else feel that towards your therapist?
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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