When I talked to my T I always felt heightened by the experience. I got myself all worked up, my mind constantly running, and then putting words to the crazy sh** that’s in my brain. I am sure she doesn’t need another pathetic client saying all these things only to get better and then have life suck them back into the same spot they were in a year or two ago. How abysmal.

As for going on meds, I have a whole bag full of em if I wanted to start again. All kinds of wonderful pills that either left me feeling either numb in the nether regions or like I’ve suffered a frontal lobotomy. I’d really rather die, I think, than to go down that path again. So I feel utterly stuck.