I haven’t went to therapy in a long time- I just… haven’t went. Maybe I should go again?
Yeah. Probably.
I haven’t went to therapy in a long time- I just… haven’t went. Maybe I should go again?
Yeah. Probably.
On my long, rainy walk to the corner of Krispy Kreams (where I did not purchase a doughnut), I had a conversation with myself about my life.
And I walked.
My calves ached.
My eyes burned.
My skin bumped.
I came to the conclusion: I’m not going to complain about things I can change. I’m going to CHANGE them.
Sounds simple enough. But, god, why didn’t I think of that before?
Therapy was my first step to becoming happy again. Depression took over too long ago. I made a list of goals and brought them into her. I’m hoping it’ll help as much as I think it will.
I’m sleeping when I need to sleep and finding myself a voice.
Next step involves my art. I need to make art again.