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The bakery next to the bus stop where I catch my bus home after therapy has closed. This is tragic; it has been, for the past two and a half years, my habit to get a cup of tea and possibly a muffin or a scone or a cookie to nibble on while I wait for my bus and ride home. It has made the prospect of facing rough sessions easier, because I know I have my ritual of comfort afterwards.
And I'm a little worried that I have a lot of rough sessions coming up; Dr. L and I have been talking about the fact that my life is going pretty well at the moment. Which means we're not putting out fires. And can concentrate on more abstract things. Long-term stuff.
How scary is that?
And I'm a little worried that I have a lot of rough sessions coming up; Dr. L and I have been talking about the fact that my life is going pretty well at the moment. Which means we're not putting out fires. And can concentrate on more abstract things. Long-term stuff.
How scary is that?