Do you ever get fed up with “working on” yourself? Like this thing with my mom has uncovered like 12 new things that are wrong with me emotionally/behaviorally.

You know what? I’m over it. I’ve made it this far, at the very least I’ve gotten BP under control. That’s the most life destroying. I don’t care about the rest. It’s too much. I don’t want to learn to ask for help. I don’t want to open up about what my first husband did. I’m completely fine just going about the way I am. I’m not doing anything dangerous and I’m not repeating the pattern with my son.

I seriously want to call my therapist and leave, except I know I’ll regret it and there’s no way I would ever start over with a new therapist. If my therapist were to ever leave or retire that’s it for me.

I’m just so sick of finding out how screwed up I am.

I don’t know. I guess I can’t really explain. I’m not trying to wallow in self pity or anything, I don’t feel like a victim. Just tired of this whole mental health and wellness game.