I used to go fairly regularly (once a week with CM and once w/t) but I’ve skipped everything since the 24th except a meeting with CM that we ended after 10 minutes and a pdoc appointment they kinda forced me into that was completely useless.

They’ve never been helpful except when my T gave me DBT worksheets and I can find those online. I’m convinced this “mania” as a legitimate concern of mental illness is NOT anything that is a problem. He’ll, I think I’m going to MIT for free because of the things I suddenly have noticed. I think God gave me this sight because I’ve put up with soooo much bull and I’m being rewarded. This is probably also why I am completely giving up on treating something that isn’t even a problem. My CM just called saying she saw me today and I was a little “jumbled” this just proves she is watching me. I did call a couple times this morning to tell her the quote (trigger for vulgarity) A lot of people these days can’t make sense of Shakespearean literature and other stuff written in Olde English, does that mean we need to label Shakespeare as “manic” )in a bad way) simply because of a difference in language?

I LIVE with my mom, and she has not said a damn thing about me “out of sorts”. She knows she can’t understand The Faerie Queen regardless. She should have more reputable sources than someone I left a message or two on the phone that I AM PISSED AT. Who sounds rational when they’re the receiving end of a quarrel?

Jesus is Old Spice potent.