Yesterday was a very productive therapy session. Lots of looking at shit and why things work out the way they do for me. I really want to talk about it and it is all very disorganized in my head. I want to curl up in bed and talk to someone about all the ways in which I am crazy and there is no one to do that with.
Today isn’t so fun.
*hugs* Just let it percolate for a bit, it’ll all works it self out.
Ooof, the post therapy funk. Yeah, the backlash can be- not so good. It really does get easier, though.