I find therapy so challenging, I don't understand it at all. I don't understand what happens in the therapy room or how it happens, or why it happens, because it is SO removed from my every day life. Is the stuff that happens in there even real? Every week we go to therapy and this - STUFF - happens and then we leave and continue on with real life. Cue the next week, when we find ourselves in the therapy room again and - STUFF - carries on as though it is real.
I don't understand me, I don't understand "us", I don't understand "I", and I don't understand "therapy".
I am trying to!