For those of you who were missing the T-Shirt of the week:
This is my Live Action Space Invaders shirt. It's one of the few shirts I feel weird about wearing around Tanja's parents.
So yes! Today. I write things down. Again.
(Click for bigger photos if my writing hurts your brain.)
(NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM)
3 comments:
Could be worse. My therapist is a hippy-dippy guy who believes that all things can be solved by meditation. Um. No.
I'm new to this, though, so I can't really cast judgement on this woman.
And I have to say, you are one of the people I consider to be one of the more together people I've met. It says a lot about you that you can hold yourself together and be worried about everyone else's state of mind before your own.
Chin up. I know I;m the last person who would say this, but things will get better.
I love your Scribbleblog format. :-) And thanks for sharing your story. It does sound like that counselor is a bad match for you! But what comes through in your writing is that you have a lot of resilience, so the very act of seeking help is likely to result in feeling a bit better already. I hope things improve and that you're able to find a job that will make you happy very soon!
Glad to hear you lined up a session with another counselor right away. Dunno how that style would be helpful to anyone. Maybe she was trying to make your mind wander on purpose by rambling about herself?
Heh :-D
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