Sep 6, 2017
I just realized why my dad used to ask me what I was thinking, a lot of the time.
I was a very quiet kid.
Quiet kids are kind of scary, to an adult.
I know. I was on both ends of that Anxiety Ride.
But seriously… “Watcha thinkin about?” blanks my brains out like nothing else. Nothing that I can think of, this moment. My mind… it’s blank.
#I was thinking of too much#much too much stuff to relate back to anyone in a cognitive manner#I also felt a lot of anxiety too#he was a perfectionist#not to say he is not still one#it's just been two and a half years since I've seen him so I don't have new instances#My therapist said to find replacement parents#wtf#they're not dead#I will replace them when they're dead#they were shit but I will still respect them enough to not replace them#being on the outside of that replacement looking in is detrimental to progress#I'm thinking Greta sees too much of her own story in mine or she's projecting a fictional story onto herself in a bid to relate to me#in either case it's just weird and makes me think about her family her problems and her issues rather than mindful of my own head's probs#Greta?#Possible Greta#These are a lot of tags now