So, like waitaminnit. Is therapy supposed to make you question things?
She has me writing a list of “shoulds” that were messages given to me growing up. Like, I should be more feminine, I should not steal Mommy’s valium… okay, I made the last one up.
And she asked me why I still have any relationship with my stepdad #1 at all. This one I could not answer and now it is driving me crazy.
I accept that my own dad could not give one flying fuck about me, but now I have to cut loose ANOTHER person in my life?
But he is bitching at me. About interpreting of all things. Like he has one fucking mouse turd of a clue what the fuck he is talking about. Asshat.
Yeah, and did you know that bipolar is VERY hereditary? Oy. Give me drugs plz now.