Posted by susan47 on September 16, 2006, at 2:09:31
In reply to Re: » susan47, posted by Estella on August 2, 2006, at 19:18:05
Sometimes, when I think of my old "therapist", I hate him. I think he hurt me because he couldn't help himself. I think he has no idea what he really did. I focus on that, sometimes, so that I can understand how a therapist could feel okay about his level of competence. I want to put it all back in his lap and say, Here, let's do this again. Let's do it right, this time. So I don't have any more nightmares about you, and me, and the way it really Was, not the way I wish it was. It hurts so f*cking much. I don't understand people, the way we are. The way we can need so much from someone else, and get so nothing. It's what breaks faith. It's so sad. We don't need that emotional sh*t in our lives. We don't need to be dependent on anybody for our sense of self, we don't need a f*cking f*cked-up-himself therapist to tell us we're not good enough.
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