Therapy
It’s going well, despite my initial hesitation. I like that my therapist lets me just ramble. I like that sometimes sessions are serious and heavy. I like that sometimes sessions are just me raving about things I like or fun plans I have. I like that my therapist has a bucket of fidget toys and a couch. I like that her office is cozy, dimmly lit, and full of plants. Most of all, I like that it’s been seriously helping me. I’m not “cured”, I never really will be if we’re being honest, but I’m getting better. I still have horrible thoughts about myself, but they’re no longer all-consuming like they were when I started this blog. I can often push them aside, or bring up logical counterpoints to quiet them down for a bit.
In short, I’m still alive. I’ll be ok. I’m getting better, and as a result, I no longer need this blog. If you want to check in to see how I’m doing, you can find me over on my personal blog @lonelyassassin96 . I’ll still keep this blog up as a personal marker for my progress.












