I told my therapist I’m OK the other day. But the truth is, I’m not ok… I have so much s*** going on that eveytime I begin to open Pandora’s box, my hour session is up and I’m whisked out the door.
It’s just easier to say I’m OK… I know I’m wasting my money at this point but she is the only person that listens to me. I guess I pay her to listen to nothing being said at this point.
