
…talked about in therapy today had I felt better:
I would have definitely talked about school and how I’m feeling shame and guilt about not going this semester.
I would have talked about how I feel “broken” because I live with mental illness and how recovery is taking forever and really difficult.
I would have talked to her about how I need to find ways to fill myself up and fill my time. I would have asked for help.
I would have talked to her about my crappy sleep for the last week and how to set better rules for myself.
I would have told her how my dad is NOT sick like I thought he was, and how he actually is doing pretty well. I mean at least as far as I know.
I would have talked about how I’m scared of what is happening around me in this country. In my state and in my city.
I would have cried.
I didn’t do any of those things because I had a stupid migraine.
Now I get to wait until next week and cram this stuff into next weeks drama too.
Woo hoo.
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