I've been going to see a therapist since early May. I call her, Dr. Angela, but that's not her name. Every week, I sit down on her overstuffed loveseat, which attempts to swallow me whole, and talk about my feelings, my childhood, and my mental disorders. (This is the first time I've gone to therapy after actually avoiding it for years. I have my reasons. Some day, I might share them.)
Anger
Anger
Anger
I've been going to see a therapist since early May. I call her, Dr. Angela, but that's not her name. Every week, I sit down on her overstuffed loveseat, which attempts to swallow me whole, and talk about my feelings, my childhood, and my mental disorders. (This is the first time I've gone to therapy after actually avoiding it for years. I have my reasons. Some day, I might share them.)