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*collapses*
That was a hard therapy session. That was a session that involved me being pushed into another group, because it is apparently the best way for me to learn how to function socially (insert swearing here), and me pushing back because I haaaaaate group and I do not want to do more of something I hate and did I mention how very fucking much I hate group? Even a group with a therapist I trusted beforehand, in my current state, would be a dismal prospect at best.
At least I figured out why I had such a horrendous insomniac night on Wednesday: I spent all afternoon having an anxiety attack. Duh. (So my body couldn't wind down and I lay awake until oh-dark-thirty.)
All I could feel, when I left, was relief, and I am not sure if it was because the session was over and I could stop working quite so hard, or because I had done good work.
That was a hard therapy session. That was a session that involved me being pushed into another group, because it is apparently the best way for me to learn how to function socially (insert swearing here), and me pushing back because I haaaaaate group and I do not want to do more of something I hate and did I mention how very fucking much I hate group? Even a group with a therapist I trusted beforehand, in my current state, would be a dismal prospect at best.
At least I figured out why I had such a horrendous insomniac night on Wednesday: I spent all afternoon having an anxiety attack. Duh. (So my body couldn't wind down and I lay awake until oh-dark-thirty.)
All I could feel, when I left, was relief, and I am not sure if it was because the session was over and I could stop working quite so hard, or because I had done good work.