Driving and blogging

Driving and blogging

Here I am talking to my phone driving down the road. I just left my first therapy session with my new therapist Marea. I'm hopeful that we will get through many good things together. I was reminded about how much I hate talking about myself. I was reminded how much I sweat when I'm talking about myself. Committed to being more honest in the sessions I told her about how I think suicide is with me all the time. That I think deep down in seems like that's how it's going to go. She seem to understand that way of thinking. Of course when I left I felt like I've been wasting my time. That I wasted her time. It's strange how when I try to better myself I always end up feeling like it's not true something is wrong with me...

Am I sick?

Am I sick?

Saturday night ramblings.

Saturday night ramblings.