That Green Day song came on the radio today and that part reminded me of therapy.

Sorry for the mess. I didnt have the energy to clean my room. So I just shoved everything to the side. I didn't know if you could see my empty glasses and Moutain Dew cans on my side table and I dont know if you noticed my bed wasn't fully made. I'm normally very particular about my room even if I'm not having a remote therapy session, but today I didnt feel good and I gave zero ****s.

But I appreciated it when you asked about a tough moment from when I was a teenager and I got upset and I said I didnt want to talk about it. You immediatly said "ok. We don't have to talk about it right now." Other therapists would push on me to talk about things that are difficult instead of letting me go at my own pace.