My life is s*** and I'm scared about going back to work. While my friends are good and loving people, they can't provide the level or type of support that I crave. (/need?) My parents are Profoundly Unhelpful. I don't have a significant other at present, in part b/c I am too f***** up to handle that level of intimacy.

This is a moment where I could really use support from a therapist. But ever since you attempted to outsource me (saying that my needs outweigh your current capacity) and then took it back (citing an inability to find anyone else who wanted to deal with me) I've felt pretty wary of you. I wish you hadn't initiated this whole mess. I feel angry and hurt. And moreover I feel bereft, like I am alone in this muck without even the dubious benefit of your presence.

Am I supposed to pull myself up by my bootstraps, barrel through? (I don't think so, since that strategy has a perfect track record for eventually ending in disaster.) Lean On My External Support System, as if I'm not already doing that as much as I/they can tolerate? Trust you again, like an a*s, until you find some poor schmuck who is foolish enough to take me on?

This sucks, t. It isn't your fault that my life is god-awful, but playing this game of hot potato with my psych care has made things ever-so-slightly worse.