In the past few days I have had several things happen to trigger my insecurity reflexes. I want to write about it and I don’t. I don’t want to be told that I shouldn’t feel this way or that the other person(s) are right or wrong or whatever.

I don’t know what I want really. I’m sad. I feel shitty and stupid. Crying isn’t making it better. Distraction isn’t making it better. Talking to the people in question won’t make it better. This too shall pass, but this too sucks ass.

Finally got an email from my therapist last night. She is coming back from medical leave. Thank god.