I am right there with y'all. I didn't want to go back to therapy or get a new psychiatrist and more drugs. I really didn't. My brain decided to have a little meltdown and I ended up with no real choice. This has been a hard year.

My subconscious mind keeps going, "Oh hey, did you forget about THIS harrowing experience? And did you realize how awful this one actually was? Take it seriously, dumbass." Thanks, subconscious.

"Edits well while crying"

Yeah, I can put that on my resume now. Frankly, I think we both, Steph, deserve massive credit for keeping our jobs while losing our shit. If I couldn't work from home, I'm not sure I could've done it.

If I couldn't work from home, I'm not sure I could've done it.

I don't know how I would have gotten through this year if I worked an office job. I would almost certainly not be employed right now.

felt so much responsiblity for their parents fwelings/emotions.

oh, askye, right there too. I like the "fwelings" typo! don't hurt their fragile little FWELINGS.

My feelings are pretty fragile too, but somehow stomping on them was okay. Man, look at all this bitter resentment. How do I get this nasty gunk off me.

Oh, therapy, right. Shit.

felt so much responsiblity for their parents fwelings/emotions.

At my last therapy appointment, I launched into a story of my mom's gaslighting and manipulation, and without even pausing followed it with, "But her childhood was really hard because my grandpa was horrific, and I can't imagine what it's like to suddenly be a single parent, and..." and that's about where I caught myself. I can't just describe my mom's horror-show parenting skills without trying to minimize it, that her life was hard, too, so it's understandable she'd be a horror show. Like, not EVEN to my therapist can I describe my mom's horrible parenting without making excuses for it.

I'm the same, Steph. I make excuses for all of them, trying to be fair, trying to not make them look bad. It's hard to accept that someone can be a good person and still hurt me badly, and I'm allowed to talk about how they hurt me without parentheticals and caveats.

I can't be broken right now. Too many people are depending on me.

I am Volans, except not with shiny new name. I don't have the time, and I may never. I am pretty damn aware of my issues and just have to figure it out, or not.

Yeah, time is a large factor for me too.

We pick up our puppy today, and part of me is so excited to get her, and another part of me is terrified (and slightly ashamed) that I'm not going to be able to housebreak or train her. Oh, and the lost sleep. I feel like the biggest tool.

My therapist has to constantly point out to me that whenever I try to talk about how angry I am at my dad I lower my voice and speak in a monotone.

I need to make another appointment with my therapist, but I just haven't felt up to it. And now I'm feeling guilty because I have a great Mom, and yet I still managed to grow up broken.

My therapist has to constantly point out to me that whenever I try to talk about how angry I am at my dad I lower my voice and speak in a monotone.

I think it's goddamn fantastic, though, that you've stuck with therapy even though you have to deal with such awful, ugly stuff.

I think that all of us who are going to therapy are fantastic, as are the people who recognize they probably have stuff to deal with but know they can't do it right now. Choosing to not deal with it right now *is* taking care of yourself, and taking care of yourself is a good thing.

#cheerleader

I think that all of us who are going to therapy are fantastic, as are the people who recognize they probably have stuff to deal with but know they can't do it right now. Choosing to not deal with it right now *is* taking care of yourself, and taking care of yourself is a good thing.

ABSOLUTELY needed repeating.

And put me in the "therapy is hard and I don't want the homework and UGH but stopping in the middle is probably a bad idea" camp. Which reminds me, now that we're back from the UK, I need to call and make another appointment. BOOOOOO.