The last 15 minutes of my session all I could think of was Willam from Drag Race puking on the edge of the stage. My own stomach was on fire and my therapists armchair therapy BS about “how you’ve felt these emotions before they will pass” wasn’t making it any better. So I basically just hung up on her. Therapy was so anxiety provoking today. She said to me “did you regret meeting with me?” And I said “yes.”