therapy

For as long as I've been at the HG, I've tried to avoid one thing (other than food):

Going to the bathroom at the same time as my therapist.

In an effort to prepare for an exciting new opportunity, I'm asking you guys out there in Blog World for a favor. If you have been to some sort of therapist or counselor, can you share with me about your experience?

Too much of anything is not good. This includes therapy.

Seriously, I have had enough. I think that if I hear "When you ___, I feel ___" or, "My intention for the meal was..." I am going to have a mental breakdown. I have a brilliant idea: Let's NOT talk about our feelings!!!

I knew something was wrong today when going to interpretive dance was the LAST thing I felt like doing.

I have not been a big supporter of therapy, at least for myself. I know I am pretty ignorant, with the exception of how it is portrayed in the media and from my friends or family who have gone. I understand that it can be very helpful in diagnosing mental problems such as depression, and when it comes to marriage counseling, it can be beneficial to have a mediator who is impartial.

I am so goddamn full right now it's unbelievable. This 3 snack a day thing has got to go. GOT TO GO. After dinner tonight, I felt sick I was so full. And knowing I had to eat AGAIN was torture.

In 2005, in a small town in upstate New York, a teenage boy committed suicide. Students in the community were baffled as to how he could do such a thing. No one understood why he would allow himself to perform such a heinous act. Within a week, another teenage boy had killed himself.

Fuck.

I wrote like an entire fucking note, then accidently hit the back button. Shit shit shit.

Anyways, something AMAZING happened today. Something that I never, ever, EVER thought would happen.

I did not cry during therapy.

I did NOT cry during therapy.

I did not CRY during therapy.

I did not cry during THERAPY!