I've been sitting in front of the TV with a spoon and the ice cream. Now I'll try to get to sleep. I hate therapy. I absolutely hate it. But I know it's doing me some good, even though when I leave Dr. H's office my emotions feel raw, exposed.
I just wish I didn't have to ever go back. If it were up to me, I wouldn't. I hate to open up about myself to anybody, and that makes it really hard for me to sit in a room with Dr. H and spill my guts for her. But today I did.
Now I just feel emotionally drained. I hope I can sleep.