My mom came in my room and opened my blinds because I’ve been sitting in the dark all day and I won’t go to the store with her. This depression sucks. I have therapy tomorrow and I want to end things with her but I’m not sure I have the energy to do it tomorrow. I need to at least talk to her about how I feel about her. Maybe she’ll suggest switching me to someone else without me bringing it up first.

I kind of feel like therapists don’t necessarily like me except for the one who died a couple months ago. She really liked me. I don’t dislike them though. I just don’t click with some. I don’t know. I don’t have a history of trauma, abuse, or neglect and my family is so supportive of me so maybe therapists just think I’m wasting their time.

This current one I can tell that she knows she makes me uncomfortable. She’s always saying “I hope that was ok” when she does stuff or “I hope that didn’t scare you.” When she does something else.

I’m kind of just questioning this whole therapy thing right now.