i reached out to a therapist. one i thought, from his website, might be able to see ME behind all the symptoms. of course, he doesn’t think we’re a good match – so we must not be because it takes both therapist and client to be “right” for anything to even think of working. which of course, i don’t see happening. but i have agreed to let him send me a list of people he thinks have a better chance of being a “good fit”.
why i even reached out is a mystery.
except i’m tired of living like this. or existing like this cuz it sure ain’t “living’.
if something doesn’t change soon, i’ll make a change.
and that thought scares me.