I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
If I don't finish these tonight. I'm also about done with therapy. I think I just don't... trust therapists anymore? My therapist acts all offended when he doesn't respect my boundaries - aka, no, I will not talk about this, I don't want to talk about this - and then when I point out that I cry for a week and am a mess.
And me missing out on these comics tonight - my reading goal of the day - is probably the final straw. When I'm too depressed to read about the Dinobots, or James Roberts writing Transformers, it's just not worth it anymore...
I had the shittiest therapy session I've had yet, followed up by me calling and ugly sobbing for help, including high pitched sounds, and then getting hung up on, and I'm just... not good.