Guilt...
3 years ago
I saw someone who accomplished this goal write that it was a warning sign for depression for her. The irony is that I finally took the first step this year to see a therapist. I went once. But I don’t think I’m going to go back. I don’t feel like I have any right to be complaining about my life or my situation—because in the grand scheme of things, I don’t have much to complain about. My life is pretty simple and pretty easy. What do I have to feel depressed about?
So—who knows? Maybe eventually I’ll get to the point I can tackle this.
