Well, this'll teach me to stop being so full of prejudice againt therapists.
The shrink experience didn't do me any good. She never believed me, and I was on pills to boot (Wellbutrin and Abilify), and all they did was make me feel sleepy and thirsty. After endless nagging from my mum about needing therapy or some counseling she made an appointment for me and told me "either go, or no book money". And I need/crave books and money to buy them.
So yesterday night was my first session. She's a psychologist. She has a big fluffy cat with the cutest yellow eyes! And she was so sweet and understanding. She's ... like a your average sweet grandma, but younger.
I don't know, maybe now I can really start to heal.
I'm so sleepy right now. Hate Law Intro. homeworkrrrrrgh.