Posted by Poet on August 10, 2005, at 18:38:41
In reply to I've forgotten my therapist., posted by Dinah on August 10, 2005, at 16:27:53
Hi Dinah,
Every time I'm driving towards my therapists office I think, who cares, maybe she won't show up. As I sit in the waiting room, the who cares changes to (I will never admit this to my T) damn it I care. There's something reasurring about seeing her door open. Intellectual me disappears and emotional me takes over.
You're still eligible for Camp Comfort. I mean, heck, I was eligible last week. No camp would want me in real life.
Poet
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