I had been struggling over whether or not to post something that's been bothering me since it happened yesterday. I finally just wrote a long post about it hoping maybe it would help get it out of me because it's still with me today. Knowing me, it wouldn't, but I figured I'd at least try. If anyone bothered to read it, at least maybe one person out there would get it?

So after all that hemming & hawing over whether to post it, after all that writing & explaining, I accidentally hit something & now it's all gone. I guess that is confirmation I shouldn't have posted it anyway. Sigh.
I don't know why I'm even posting this. I guess I just want to know I'm not the only tired, sad, haunted, doomed, hopeless freak in the world. It's also four weeks ago today that I quit therapy & the upsetting stuff that happened yesterday was related to that & my ex-therapist. I just don't think anything is ever going to be okay for me.