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Thursday, 30 June 2022

Professional help backfire

So both my tremors and my anxiety are playing up (along with a bunch of unpredictable crying over nothing).

Once I would have gone, body is being extra shit and and drains me too much to manage the mood stuff.

But my psychotherapist has got all up in my head about how all my health problems may be psychosomatic.  He is too keen on the whole the body remembering thing.

So I have spent the day in a guilt/self-recriminations spiral about how I am bringing my bad health on myself by being a mental case.


It led to me being unable to bring myself to go to a friend's birthday dinner, and thus missing hanging out with every person I have thought I was in love with and remained friends with - because that is a non-weird way to describe a friend group.

I am totally non-weird.

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