Therapy IS FUCKING HARD. Wishing you heart's ease, Tom.
Harvey is on my lap, resting his head on my hand in such a way that I can feel a fang.
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Therapy IS FUCKING HARD. Wishing you heart's ease, Tom.
Harvey is on my lap, resting his head on my hand in such a way that I can feel a fang.
Tom, it is so goddamned hard. And fucking unfair. I really, really know how you feel. (Or, at least, I think I'm on the same block, maybe even in the same building.) And it's really lousy.
All I can say is that I *think* the way out of it is to keep doing what you're doing (what *we're* doing), even though it's so fucking hard and painful. I mean, it doesn't feel like that's the way out, but I still think it might be.
Love to you, Tom.
Is this where I complain that therapy is hard? Because therapy is FUCKING HARD. I'm traumatized and broken and I don't see a way out of it. And I'm at work now, and all I want to do is go home and cry.
You've been working your way out of this since I met you almost two decades ago. You are one of the bravest people I've ever known. You could have curled up and all but died long ago, lived a shadow of a life - but you've worked and fought and you have art and fun and people who love you.
The fellow from my improv class who had brain cancer is in hospice now.
2016 is like a lab assignment the fucking devil is rushing to finish before it's due on December 31.
The fellow from my improv class who had brain cancer is in hospice now.
He should stay alive just to spite 2016.
smonster, you've been working so hard andi hope you find a way out soon.
I think my boss is an amazing vet, great person and I totally hate working for her. It happens. ND had a lot of god advice and I'll likely call him so he can tell me the same thing And I'll hopefully finally listen to to and make changes.
Feel free to call any time.
Good of the day...I held a bearded dragon at work.
The bad is that it's sick.
But I held it, and then a meal worm and then tried to help feed the worm to the beardy. He spit it out.
Also found out someone thought I was inot my late 20s. I'm torn between...cool...and also now they will think I'm immature.
The other bad...checked email and discovered my replacement phone was returned as Undeliverable. I assumed it would be and I should have given them my brother's address. I emailed the Verizon rep I've been working with and maybe I'll get my replacement phone before Jan.
All kinds of love and good wishes to you, Tom. It is amazing and wonderful to me that you have held on to so much compassion and empathy in the face of what you've been through.
(And Trudy and others probably said it better, but I'll add my voice to the chorus: You're a lovely human being, and I'm very glad you're here.)