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April 8, 2016
I think I'm done with therapy. I'm rehashing. I'm boring the therapist and myself. I've really got no issues to deal with. I can handle stuff on my own. I hesitate because once out, it's harder to get back in; the problem will have to be really big for me to justify seeking assistance for it. I can't imagine, short of terminal illness diagnosis, that I'll need help. It's been good. I feel stabilized in my new stance of reality based reinterpretation of my life. An accurate view of who I am and where I've been. I feel mature. Done.