While I sit with a bottle of Cabalie 🍷 I write my revenge for the many tears I've shed even after I left yesterday. PS - it wasn't my childhood 🤷♀️😂 Well I don't actually know where to start however from the feeling its the end, loss even though it isn't, scared, grateful, blessed, this is actually not the end it's just the beginning. I need to write and get it out. Carolyn, you came into my life to guide, support, teach, and help me with my traumas. Meeting you at the doctors surgery, asking me questions I thought what are you going to do that others therapists have tried. I thought I was going to be the way I was for the rest of my life and then you asked let's about your childhood (well let's just say my back was up). I left thinking I'm not sure I can do this, but I didnt want to continue existing and not living. The time was right to try and change now. Week after week the bond grew stronger, the trust was building, even after me thinking your ...
Mental Health. It's ok not to be ok