i’m about to post things that have been going through my head for more than 10 years, but i’ve never shared with anyone. now, why am i saying it here? because no one can know. and here, everyone knows yet they don’t know; and i just need to get this things out, because i feel like it’ll maybe help somehow. last night i couldn’t sleep, and so i was sitting on the couch, watching the sunrise, when thoughts that haunt me decided to keep me company. this time, however, i wrote everything down. keep in mind i didn’t check what i wrote and don’t plan […]
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Cathartic
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 […]
I’m going to write this out here, not because you are likely to ever see this (almost certainly you’ll never see this). I know you stumble around these sites (not necessarily this one). Instead, I’m writing this because this is all a little cathartic for me. It’s kind of my own therapy for coping, to stumble around these sites.
In the few years that we have known each other, you have become my best friend, and I have become yours. You know this because we walked and talked a few days ago, watched the sunset in the park and refound each other. At least I refound […]