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Therapy was...pretty good, considering I haven't seen Dr. L for two months, and I think I'm getting better at being in therapy. At talking about myself, and not just intellectually. I'm not sure what to credit with this transition -- this journal certainly bears some blame, as does the simple process of being in therapy for, holy fuck, almost a year already -- and while it's useful for actually being in therapy, it makes me nervous, honestly. The repession and defense mechanisms have worked for a few years now, and I am not inclined to throw them away; I don't particularly want to work through what I know is waiting for me if I don't have any indication of what that's going to get me. Which, yes, is cowardly, but I don't care much at the moment. I know how to be broken. I have no idea of how to not be broken.
Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009