I can probably thing of one second of my life where I felt free, not tied down by the rules and laws of whatever vice I am about to give to. I look at the girls in my dining hall at school and none “look” like they cut, burn, or have an eating disorder. I’m sorry, but I feel that our addictions put us in a special category where you have this 6th sense about other people. I search the walls of my campus and see no one like me. I certainly don’t see anything off the chain like me and D.I.D.

Not that I’m anything special or atypical from the next mixed up person. What I’m trying to say is…..i don’t know.

I did have a major let down in my behavior. I probably would feel better about myself if I had gotten out of the house today, but I set myself up for failure by isolating, and the outcome wasn’t healthy.

I go tomorrow to terminate my relationship with my therapist. The drive is too far, I’m getting no where with her, she always ASSumes to know with whom she is talking.

I like her because she has gone above and beyond the call of duty. As a T she is great. Makes me less hopeful b/c she was recommended to it. I don’t know.

What does the blogging find important and special about therapists? Have you found The One?