I see a psychologist once a week, usually on Thursdays. By Wednesday i usually feel like I’m going to implode, the pain is starting to strangle me. But come Thursday as I’m driving to the office, I relax a little. I know in a few minutes I’ll be okay is this overstuffed chair, telling him my distorted truths. I worry I’m dependent on him, he calls it a cathartic release. There is always another way to say something so that I sound less fucked up. I only tell him the truth, I tried once with my husband and he was so scared, he just couldn’t […]
