I didn’t love my therapy appointment this week. I felt absent. I didn’t talk about what was bothering me except in the most sideways of fashions. I got there after discussing everything and everything else. A side note as I was leaving. “By the way, I think my depression is getting worse.” Except, I think I was mistaken. I’m depressed, it’s true, but that’s not … Continue reading Why did I react so strongly?
People like to say “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”. I must be Atlas by now.
I am back from my week-long, running away from home vacation to Mexico. I made it four days. I’m struggling to not consider it a failure. I’m struggling to believe that I made the best decision for myself when I called my parents in tears and asked them to book me a flight home; I was too distressed to do it myself; the interface on my iPhone was too difficult for my challenged state of mind…
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From Famine to Feast. 