Post-Relapse, Still in a Funk
Today’s therapy session was short, and highly unsatisfying. I guess I had way more to talk about than I realized. Which is probably why my psychiatrist scheduled another meeting for two weeks from now. Gosh, I do need it. How did I get so off track? Why couldn’t I get back on it by myself? Why do I still struggle to ask for help and why the fuck am I still talking about something...