We left 3 minutes early and I am wondering if this is a harbinger of doom, as in, he's sick of me. How many times does he have to tell me we are okay before I completely believe it?


We talked about things that happened at home, the ending of work, what next year might look like. T brought up the previous session which I had forgotten. But it was a good session now that I remember, and he helped me feel a lot better.


I feel like there is something inherently wrong with me, and that I am not okay as I am. T tells me it is okay to be me, I'm not sure when or if I will ever be able to consistently feel that way. Sometimes I don't even know/like who I am. All of this is so painful/excruciating. I am going to spend this Summer trying to do things I like to do in hopes that doing this will lessen my anxiety.